Sunday, September 20, 2015


She stands in anticipation
In the long queue of Greatness.
Tired, she sleeps, dreaming
Of the Someday she's sure will come.

She'll be waiting for a while
For the queue is a circle.
The secret no one told her
Was simply to stop waiting.

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