The Wait...
Under the round stone
the bluest blue drop
and the reflection of the
magestic African mountain top
Under the window
below the green roof
our flowerbed of hidden love
host sorry seeds dormant in growth
Under the yellow moss
the moist sap within the dark bark
keeping watch as our faces
turn orange in the fire spark
Under the pink sky
the round sinking sun
sleepy in its relaxed state
taunting those who anticipate and have to wait
Under the red dust
an early season growth blade
pushing towards the rebirth
of the human hope wave
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