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Every wait ends
My withered feet beat sound from cold pavement,
the wind smiles and collects lost leaves,
so beautiful in the dawning sunrise.
Soon she comes, smiling
at a memory, a touch,
someone over the street...
Every wait ends in the morning,
and she alone seems to understand.
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