waiting for the sun to rise
waiting for the birds to sing
waiting for a rose's scent
waiting for the simplest thing
waiting for a midnight call
to begin a secret life
waiting for some kind of hope,
or the essence of your smile
still I'm waiting your return
or at least a thoughtful try
waiting for my mystic dance
after all my soul will fly...
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