Photo: wallpaperflare.com “Waiting lies heavy on my lids” Sylvia Plath If I WaitThe letting gois most curious,all that running up hillchasing after anythingjust out of reach,something craved,desiredeven lusted,breathless.Even the child's balloontaunting on the eddies or a breezecome backcome arounddown to earthas the chasing turns to waiting,it always comes to me. Copyright 2025 ©️Paul Vincent…
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