Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Standing Waiting Hoping

And they stood

by the fire in their hearts
And the song in their mind
by the light of the stars
and the droplets they shined

Waiting

Waiting for the sunshine galore
Waiting for a spark in their eyes
till their heels went all sore
and quietly hid their cries

Hoping

That the day would come by
and the darkness would die
throw open the doors
and clean up their floors

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