the waiting


the waiting
the mantra of hope,
the sound of absence,
a breeze through the empty room
lost in the wood
at night,
at the day’s darkest moments,
there is a candle I can faintly see
if I look with a softened heart,
my eyes are able to shut
this is how I sleep these days.

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