Sitting by window side
waiting for your return
seasons changed several times
breeze changed direction too
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A wait that has a sweet pain in it both torturous and necssary....one of d paradoxes of life..
I am still waiting waiting, sitting in door sill for your return. beautiful! but we don't know what we are waiting for..Thank you for sharing your thought here..
Nicely word love poem, I enjoyed the eternal, longing, longevity of it all.