Standing by the open
expanse moving
Feeling the wet and the cold
against my toes
Hearing as the boundaries crash
Upon the grains of ground
Breathing in the fresh and sweet
Wondering if I'll ever get to meet
What awaits on the other side
Far but close I can't decide
Tasting the salty as it blows
Through the air past my nose
I feel the arms of breeze encase me
Knowing I shall never leave
Waiting for a while waiting
Sensing the simple and complicated
Seeing things I never knew
Like being here awaiting you

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A lot of life has to do with waiting. Sometimes while we wait, we learn to notice the small things we never saw before.