Sosse Beugekian

Waiting...

Standing in a field with my own shadow, my good friend,
I smell the rain falling, and feel the grass leaning.
The wind keeps on blowing, pulling me from my hand,
I stand on my ground and keep on waiting.
 
And I see in the far distance, a white bird flying
Struggling through the unending storm of 9 lives.
With its wings flapping, you can see it’s hurting,
But finally to this one point it dives.
 
I suddenly drift away and feel like I’m swimming,
In a lake of my tears, saving the drowning stars.
I ask to hear their dear stories, just begging,
The stories that give me hope to go on.
 
No matter how hard the wind is blowing,
Through the thunder and through the lightning.
The white bird just keeps on flying,
Towards my own arms reaching.



 
 
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