Category: Poetry

Beneath the grey curtains of rain, there she was solo,
Standing at a bus stop all alone where no one could find
With her eyes gazing upon the road far away with eager mind
Without a soul to join her solitary waiting for Gotto.

But Gotto would not come in any minute soon to her,
not coming forthwith, for she would have to wait longer,
until her faith in him became flickering out and would disappear
so that he would finally come and manifest her wishes so dear.

And when Gotto came at his appointed time however uncertain,
he would come incognito to make his adored presence certain
by the conspicuous obscurity of the ordinary facade ever discreet,
and her wishes to meet him would be fulfilled in secret.

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