
WAITING
Seen through the meadow
Grazing all the fresh
She is waiting for her partner
Who is ripped for the flesh…
Like a newly build house
Filled with echo in the room
Is waiting for its owner
To fill itself with wood…
A man on the roadside
Wishing for hands
He is waiting for the unknown
take his blank eyes across…
Millions of dry grains
Together roam in the dry
Waiting for the wind
And fly towards the sea