When will it happen to me? How many times must I face these difficult period of waiting for it...
The signs are growing, thy patience is wearing, the click is ticking...
A frantic person, all battled and scarred, rushed and collapsed on the blinding, bitter-cold snow patch. Tears streaming down as he looked up into the light, his trembling hands clutched tightly to his bare chest.
No whimpering sounds. Only silence and the exceptional doves flopping away. Some of these creatures pecked to taste the saltwater and took flight. Others flew away with its companion. The remaining looked from shadowed spots, frightened, else ignorant of a familiar melody.
The poor, miserable questioning heartbeat which screamed for something which never reached the attention of the passerby. Fear had consumed his courage to expose the song of yearning. As he reached, a brave, enviable gesture thus far...
There were still no response.. as the orphan's breathe painting depletion, together with his scent of forbidden longing.
No whimpering sounds. Only silence and the exceptional doves flopping away. Some of these creatures pecked to taste the saltwater and took flight. Others flew away with its companion. The remaining looked from shadowed spots, frightened, else ignorant of a familiar melody.
The poor, miserable questioning heartbeat which screamed for something which never reached the attention of the passerby. Fear had consumed his courage to expose the song of yearning. As he reached, a brave, enviable gesture thus far...
There were still no response.. as the orphan's breathe painting depletion, together with his scent of forbidden longing.
