Marvin Brato Sr

(March 2,1960 / Davao City, Philippines)

Waiting


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Time flies swiftly
as the wind drift chilly
soothing this forlorn heart
as I stand still when depart

Time seems eternity
as days sway in continuity
longing for your presence
as I feel void in your absence

Time is life I take
as true love I cannot forsake
lingering in time I'll be wishing
till the end of time I'll be waiting

Submitted: Thursday, September 26, 2013
Edited: Friday, September 27, 2013

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  • Naida Nepascua Supnet (10/23/2013 5:48:00 AM)

    Oh I like your poem. Waiting is hard but if love binds you to her, waiting will be just as easy. I have a poem with the same title that is why I was drawn to it. And I enjoyed reading. (Report) Reply

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