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Waiting Game
an umbrella covers her from winter's rain
as she awaits her lover to show himself
at the closed indigo blue door down below
she stands silently, motionless, trying
not to shake from the damp cold on the
grey stone steps of the Plaza del Vecchio
she has been waiting a life time it seems
thoughts of Greek and Roman ruins and
Cyprus beaches layered with sea shells,
of hot sun and frozen tropical delights
fill her eyes with past journeys forever
inscribed into the moments of mind
now, back on solid ground, shaking,
her frail face musters a smile as she
glances down at the closed door across
the street
will he show?
the rain beats harder as the damp cold
seeps deep into her shivering bones
will he show?
patiently...
she waits
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Waiting Game
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