At this hour I am standing
With a passing night
Counting, waiting and meeting
Tired figures, carts, laughter
On the wheels
For that turn of the moment
You are that second of burst
I am waiting for
Some hair and rising smile
From a floating bliss
Like a wishful lantern
A time gushing from the seams
For an arrival
Never waiting to announce
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