Patience.

Drift
can you see me fade
into the embankment of fire?
Sir,
what is it to you
for female to leave you pining?
Me
how can you see me
I thought I was invisible?
Fall
I try so so hard
to be true to what my heart tells.
Take
merely reach out, grasp,
and clutch to the thing you want most.
Luck
has no rom to play
nor does fate, or province, or the name.
Wait
follow your proud heart
and hope it leads you to my door.

The End

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