Waiting Game (Poetry Prompt) 10/18

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I've been waiting through the seasons
Arid sun and summer rains
Now an autumn chill has fallen
Yet the leaves are all that's changed
I myself am falling
Like brown leaves from golden manes
Drifting back and forth
Your indecision still sways the same..
Feeling anxious all through winter
For an end to this waiting game

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