Wait

by The Princess   Aug 8, 2014


I'll return to the palm
of my land, someday,
And you'll be home.

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Wait for me, with birds flying south
And history rising like trees from its soils
I have left my roots tangled upon your balcony,
Their pains, their poems, their wars.

Wait, we still have before us endless,
endless roads.

**Written for Saffie's club battle. Prompt: Formed poem placed inside a free style poem.

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