Wind that came to my room in the afternoon,
in a hurry left a message in a tear of a paper
dated today. "wait for me in the corner of the street."
I am that silently waiting
suddenly speak to the clock in the wall
which is mute and unheard anything
because we both know
In the corner of the street,
until now,
I am still waiting...
Afternoon Wind
11:50 AM | Labels: Romantic Love Poems, Romantic Poems |
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