In
the crowd where I stand;
Obstructed
by warm greetings,
A
deep coldness
Creeps
within my heart and soul,
Waiting
for someone,
Who
could relish and bring out
The
heat in me.
The
wait itself
Is
long and ruthless
But
I have to stand tall
And
keep on waiting
Because
I believe.
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