Challenge
Pen a teeny tiny poem about WAITING
Embroidered Dreams
Sitting by a steamy window,
I see my love
in embroidered dreams
walk right on by
and still I wait
alone, I cry
staring into someday.
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Sitting by a steamy window,
I see my love
in embroidered dreams
walk right on by
and still I wait
alone, I cry
staring into someday.