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Waiting for my Beautiful Woman (Free verse) by Win

Waiting for my Beautiful Woman When we are to meet the two of us she and I I come, not at the time appointed but in my eagerness, always a little early And she comes, sometimes early, sometimes on time, but mostly just a little bit late I grow restless standing here, the space between each second an eternity ... But when I see her lovely face, the memory of waiting fades like the last trace of night when day dawns and everything is happiness I smile for her like I can for no one else

-=SeTTle=- 30-Jul-02/8:09 PM
The line spacing is interesting but the poem doesn't say a whole lot.




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