As she wonders night and day,
Would it be realized of what he say,
Come the dates to the sandy bay,
From mud comes alive, hand of clay.
Days come closer, to the touch down date,
A promise of hope, words that bait,
Heart of patience, at the little gate,
For the worse, she knows it's just a wait.
The call as important as it was spoken,
Carved in her heart, a dream not awaken,
For the worse result, may it kill the knot,
A promise of hope, hope it forgotten not.
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