PatienceA Poem by Stormy Wrightwaiting at the door like a lonesome pup, waiting for the Owner. scratching at the door in desperation to see what's on the other side. sitting. waiting. letting the mind wander until it burns out. the sense of someone's presence is near. is it the Owner? immensely staring at the door to see a man in blue. good news or bad news? hey Buddy. I'm home! … © 2017 Stormy Wright |
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