Waiting

waiting

Waiting

Waiting, waiting and waiting
Since the light became a faint flame
Which cannot reach my sight
And the darkness invites me to be part of the gelid soil
To which I do belong
No star appears in the firmament
And the blindness envelops my soul
Which is already lost in the trails of solitude and sorrow.
Elizabeth Esther Racah

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