knittingknots (knittingknots) wrote,
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Poem: Izayoi Waiting

Someone passes by,
I hear the rustle of cloth,
footsteps on the path,
but the moon hides behind clouds
obscuring sight with shadow.

Will the moon reveal
A bright flash of silver hair,
glow of amber eyes,
and the soft touch of warm hand,
or leave me bereft, waiting?
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