Sit and relax and wait
Don't run
There is time
And there will be more time
The city wakes up slowly
Each passerby brings his own question and curiosity
The morning breeze
The morning light
"Wait, Wait"
You tell yourself
But in your old impatient heart
You know
Even if it is
to nowhere
You must get up and go.
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There is time and there will be more time definitely. Each passerby brings his own question and curiosity. Morning light through fresh breeze gives us relaxation. An amazing poem is very brilliantly penned...10