In the stillness of time,
I wait with a patient heart,
Anticipation coils within me,
As I'm held captive by its art.
Minutes tick by like a metronome,
Each beat a reminder of my plight,
Yet I hold fast to the hope that comes,
And the promise of a brighter light.
The seconds stretch out like an endless sea,
But I am steadfast and unyielding,
For I know that in this space of time,
A wondrous thing is being revealed.
So I wait with a heart full of grace,
Trusting in the ebb and flow of fate,
For in this moment, I've found my peace,
And my soul is content to wait.
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