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Three summers had heated,
Three falls had fallen,
Three winters had breezes,
Two springs passed.
Now, the third spring of my waiting,
I will dedicate to you fully.
Please, shine on me.
Flow your heart on my emptied hearts.
I will not stop or run.
I will wait for you to dedicate my spring love.
But this is my final dedication.
Oh, I had waited.
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- Title: Waiting.--
- Artist: Isnihart
- Description: My poetry's all about was my first love. Its been three years of me on waiting. Actually, we don't use season here in my country. I just love season. Haha.
- Date: 05/04/2009
- Tags: seasons love waits poem
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