Waiting is a journey,
Through paddyfields and buttercups,
Brush scrub and mountaintops.
No-man's-land,
Between the fear of a full stop,
And a green light....
Wandering, wondering.
Childish dreams of flying castles.
A beautiful pause.
Unbounded.
Seeing with new eyes.
Flurry and stillness,
Colours blooming.
The touch of air passing,
The movement of a hand.
Glitter falling.
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