Saturday 19 May 2018

The Waiting

by the lone wooden bench
that stands all day in singularity
drenched
a bit in the rains
a lot more in the downpours

wait for me


when the deafening screams of the city have drowned in the seas
when the maddening multitude of lives have thinned into the night sky

i'll meet you there

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