[COLOR="#B46T5"]Waiting , seems like eternity...
Sat on a small bench,
waiting, for the petrichor to fade...
The world looks like it's slooming,
but, when "it" wakes up, it becomes evasive...
The ubiquity of it's beliefs,lost, wandering in foreverness.
Such made me think carefully,
for this somber world...
Thinking of it differently,
Considering it pejorative...
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