i could wait like bloom,
a thousand years and a day
for the sun to set on your dawning
face. to see the light in
your eyes vanish from this earth
and be reunited with all.
i will wait a thousand years in
spring, surely the glow of your
skin can not leave until we are
ready to leave, together in unison
of beautiful hazy nights of cold
autumn's breath.
the wait is not long, it is fleeting
and i understand this. so i will
wait like bloom a thousand
years for your soft touch, and
hope that the rains will keep at bay
until the bloom has blossomed,
and our time is done.
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