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Joana.
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Waiting
As the top of those trees grow taller
Silently I breathe the tip of their leaves
Drinking the soft tears of clouds that have dropped
Underneath a cherry tree
Waiting
For a sign, a recognition, a calling
The sun burns strongly through the pale wounded skin
Carefully hid behind the mossy entangled branches
Underneath the sweet-scented tree
Waiting
For the steps patting softly through those hallways
Meaningful sounds of hope and a foreseen loss
Above a cold pavement
Waiting
What do I wait for?
The dark knights racing with the wind
Heeding my deaf pleas
Waiting
The wound is wide open
Sticky fingers forbid the healing
Of the unfelt pain
Waiting
Continuously, incessantly
Buzzing in my head
Wasps gather around a tattered brain
Waiting
The dark knights are lost in their aiding path
Crows join in mockery and rejoicing
Darkness covers the way
Waiting
The flickering light of his eyes
Now swallowed in misty dew
Thick fog blinds the greenery
Waiting
Or is it fading?
The light becomes dimmer
The moon is covered by shadows
Smoky figures crawl over the grass
Waiting
The ever so frivolous waiting
Embracing my weakened lungs
Caressing me violently
Waiting
Ambition lost somewhere
Shivering with cold and fear
Slowly succumbing
Dying.
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