Hopes


For the sake of the ever-pouring rain
For the sake of a turbulent cloud of indeterminate
This longing, to whom shall I give?
Where are my desires
The clear blue eyes
The angel without wings
The guard of noble habitude
I’m waiting for you
as far as my patience

By: Zenith Tacia Ibanez

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