7:00 p.m the long waiting

In the middle of autumn his comings were stopped,

the well was rebuilt, but no more buckets, just rain drops.

The biting doubts broke her peace of mind,

the teasing eldest sister was always behind.

She set her mind like a clock ( twice per year):

“I need to wait, he could not disappear,

leaving so many traces on my lifelines,

hypnotizing me with a gentle voice that shines!”

 

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