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[vriad_lee]

idleness

i'd find it endearing,
this lingering presence of you
in my head
or the sad dilemma of
'can't forgive what i hate/
can't reject what i love!'
if someone else squatting beside me
were holding my hand,
looking in my face with a sorrowful smile
or bombs were falling
on this slumbering town
but as it is,
i am sleepily passing my days
no current is moving
the trace of your presence away
and i'm waiting for it to dissolve
like a cloud of color (red)
in still water
no reason to be moved by devotion
but it takes so much patience to wait