I will wait

I carry silence in the buckets
I leave her in the rooms.
I will wait,
until it falls
and the last house in the village.
I will take the last stone
for inspiration.
I will wait until I rejuvenate,
until I'm a child,
until I find friends.

🌷(6)

◄ The hands of my birches

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