I waited by the window
My breath making a smoky haze
A pensive gaze the gate was open
I am but a caged bird waiting
The crooked path empty alone
Waiting for somebody to come
It leaves a sinister space
Leaves forming a golden carpet
Rustle
I waited by the window
Staring, looking over and over
But everything is still, quiet
I am waiting for her kiss
I am waiting for her footsteps
But all I have are my dreams
Your feeling is deeply embedded in your heart. The expectation as you wait by the window is a fulfilling thought to drown the empty feeling.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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