Not tomorrow But on the horizon I’ll be waiting Anxiously Like an giraffe Head up, surveying An image in mind An ember inside Melting the routine Calendar circled A smile lingers Even strangers notice The sky cries happily From barren ground Life appears again
Not tomorrow
But on the horizon
I’ll be waiting
Anxiously
Like an giraffe
Head up, surveying
An image in mind
An ember inside
Melting the routine
Calendar circled
A smile lingers
Even strangers notice
The sky cries happily
From barren ground
Life appears again
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