Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2009

Tree of Hope

by Rick Robinson

                      x
                     
                      x

                     i'll

                    wait

                  for you

                my angel,

             until the seas

           run dry; until the

        stars descend and the

     moon says its last goodbye.

    i'll wait for you my angel until

 the snows have gone; and until the

the final setting of the final setting sun

                     i'll

                  wait & 

                  wait &

                  wait...

                   until

                  all my

                 waitings

             x x done x x

             x x x x x x x 
 
             x x x x x x x

             x x x x x x x

Added: 29.04.2009

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