8th PAWW’s story

Short and bitter, my fav.

I’m waiting
Light shines before my blind eyes
My heart is silent
I wait for the tendrils; To hug me
To invade my spirit
To take it up there, to the land of the colourful
Where no waiting will be
To smell the fresh air of the flowers
To feel the warmth of the earth beneath my bare feet
The caress of the loving wind on the back of my neck
And so I stand still
In a room offering no exit
And I wait for the Call
The fresh air of Freedom

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