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The Wait
The morning rays
shine dimly
through clouds
that wisp away
with the calm open air
I hear the birds chirp
and merging voices
of kids all around
I breath and it is fresh
this feeling inside
cold but warm within
a feeling of safety of depth
On the bench with cold I sit
and my friends beside that chatter
I wait for the ringing of the bells
listening and waiting I rest
