Waiting
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Hannah Wang, Grade 8
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Poetry
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2019
I watch and wait
Under the ever-changing clouds endless times
Not knowing what or who I am waiting for.
Times like these fly past
On the light wings of the wind.
It toys with my hair, swirling and swirling.
Then as suddenly as it came it, goes, back where it came from.
The sky is an artist’s canvas
Brush strokes create a flurry of colour
Elegant, burnt orange streaked with watermelon pink.
The trees are whistling and singing
O how long are you going to wait.
Five years has been already,
Yet still I stay under the whispering trees
Who torture me with the question
How long.