I stand restless,
ill-at-ease
waiting ...
for something
for someone ...
for an unkown
entity or object
I know not
why I feel so
eventually I will
find out ...
I will stay
this way,
restless,
frantic and
anxious ...
and see what,
it is that awaits me.
On Edge
2008-07-14T13:03:00+05:30
Dazediva
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