morning doesn't go toward evening soon
the snow changes into water reluctantly
Waiting for is neither a choice
nor the fate
its process
to go to the point
point of anything better
just wait!
like caterpillar to butterfly
no matter how long you do wait
it will make something surprised at the end
wait for it
and feel it
you'll do a sense
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