Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2011

The Wait

by Chih-Chun Chen


Intuitive rain falling on dead ashes,
Sunlight caressing half-broken leaves;  
Songs of the storms and doves fly over,
As beauty leaves the world to sleep.

The world is asleep but never dead,
Godot still waiting for his dear friends.
Where is the candle? The darkness is real;  
Dogs bark through dusk, recalling the dawn.

Added: 04.04.2011

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