The Wait Poem by Anita Atina
The Wait
On this journey
We meet many
Who pretend interest
But really are passers-by
We wait
Crossing milestones
We walk
On lush green paths, with hidden thorns
We hope
To find someone
Who speaks
The secret language of our heart
With quiet words
That only 'we' can understand
Waiting to hold hands, and walk together
Into the secret gardens of our heart
Short and sweet but you plant the seeds that will produce happiness.
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4/26/2024 12:25:20 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Anita, what a perfect way to say it, wonderful.. Andrew 10