While waiting an instant for you,
I came to think, entranced by thou,
A petal, somehow hovering in the wind,
Ephemeral breeze that keeps me breathing,
While waiting a season for you,
I came to love, emerging by thou,
A flower somehow on this stream, floating,
Nothing quenches my thirst to hear you sing,
While waiting a wrinkle for you,
I come to live, sanctified by thou,
A soul, under the Sun communing,
Eternity that keeps me dreaming.
While awaiting you…
Arthur Billette
Liberté, congé et bantidisme
Il y a 9 ans
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