The sun waits the whole day to meet the west
the stars for the nightfall without rest
the bud, hoping to bloom someday
the butterfly, to get nectar unknown where it lay
The baby, to stand on his feet
a nomad, to get shelter some street
all wait with their result known
but I'' wait for your return my friend..ALONE! !
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