cracked & baked
under those who passed her by
those who still pass
just another place on their way
never
to come by again.
eons has she longed for
the day when the rains came.
the day when she could flourish with the colours of life.
the day she could shake the skin she has grown in to
a day to breath
to finally
live!
Just a single day would suffice.
she waits!
holding her sorrow in her bosom
deep deep down her baked self.
she waits!
she hopes,
despite her erudition
she JUST can not be loved!
yesterday
today
or
tomorrow.
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