A silent breeze chills him
The quietness a cold and rude
The stillness is deafening he waits
He waits for her
A sweet warm breeze with the smell of flowers blows in
He looks around where is she he says
From behind him a girl/woman
stands tall behind him waiting with a smirk
He finally turns around Its you
Your the one i've been waiting for
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Sleep Deprived Nep
fantasizing, dreaming, poetry doesnt suck how dareth thee!