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Nowhere
She waits for twelve more minutes,
Raindrops touching the glass windows.
She sits on a bench watching,
People wait for their chosen flights.
Beyond the glass pane she looks,
How the wind collides with the rain,
How he comes without a note,
Walking slowly towards her soul.
The rain continues to pour,
How every wish hopes to come true,
"Where do I go now?" she asks,
While he welcomes ...
Monday 9th July 2018 4:21 pm
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