Waiting in a desolate place
while the rain pours down.
The roof is leaking.
But the little drops are being catched by a pot.
And even though the weather is gray, wet and dead
even though I'm just waiting for time to pass on and be gone
even though everything is in standstill,
the curtains are broken, ruined, useless
have been so for years...
Waiting for time to pass on and be gone.
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