Sunday, July 22, 2018

11,001. WAITING

WAITING
I am waiting for the real
King to come  -  who will
arrive with illusion, amidst
colors not seen before. So
I bide my time, dying to live,
but living to die, and what's
the difference anyway. I cut
my fabric to fit no man's 
fashion : my cloth has a
golden thread, and the
loom is my heart.

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