3.8.10

& the wind keeps whistling...

& there ain't much I can do but wait & wait, as if there were hope.
& I dare use 'as if' for I could never be sure.
Who wants to, right?!
I don't...
I can stay still...
Keep sipping on coffee while the notes swarm...
& I do wait for those 3 damn words to appear in a red-sky afternoon.

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