Sitting
I wait every day
for you to pass by.
I wait for your eyes
to give me a smile
hoping that sooner or later
you will miss mine.
I wait for that moment
to become our moment,
waiting for a moment
to change my life.
Stop here
to offer me a hope,
look at me
without fear of meeting me,
listen to me
leaving a gleam of light
in the dark of the day.
I'd like to tell you
that sometimes
among the stones
a flower appears.

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