My Light

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My Light

As i sit in the dark waiting for my time to come,

Waiting and waiting,

As my time is short i must find my way,
The lonely darkness corrupting my mind slowly,

Waiting and waiting,

I know my time has come,
I've been waiting for the darkness to end,

Waiting and waiting,

No one around in the darkness but me,
I need a light to led me threw,

Waiting and waiting,

All this time in the dark thinking about that one light,
And that light appears to be you.

Lorenzo Peralta Echavarria

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Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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