A seeming fruitless time
Waste
Of running, circled
Semicircles
Of getting by.
But all the while
Something is brewing
Stewing
In me
About to erupt
Like a volcano...
...On a tropical island
My love
waits
Can tell
That this explosion
Will be well worth
The Patience...
A time of building faith
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