i see eastern clouds clearing
tint of light orange teasing me
i have been waiting for a while
tree branches are still asleep
even with urging of crawlers
stayed limp to eyes of anyone
waiting is tricky thing i know
time is not always the same
it affects us so differently
sometimes you want longer
i love to forget, forget all in all
or wake me up when she comes
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