V.W.: Poetry

Sometimes I feel you watching me
Like an understanding sky
Waiting for movement, for change,
Or for nothing.
When I find myself watching you
I’m waiting for the rain to fall,
Your clouds to pass, to part from barricading your thoughts,
To feel your dreams envelope me,
And sometimes I can see nothing
But a kind brightness on a rare passage

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