as i wait for you
when it is late on evenings when i am alone
when it rings
i wish it were not another
(just you)
but it is not always the case,
i look through the bay window
it is the same uncared prankster
that child running
away from
an opening door
till now we never know for sure
his name.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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