Waiting ( A Poem for Fridayโ€™s Free for All)

Waiting

For hopes that hung on a chicken bones. For hearts that lived in chains
For pods of green that died unknown. While waiting for the rain

๐‘ญ๐’๐’“ ๐’‡๐’‚๐’Š๐’•๐’‰ ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’Ž๐’Š๐’๐’… ๐’๐’ ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’ ๐’„๐’‚๐’ ๐’ƒ๐’Š๐’๐’… . . . Oh man, I freaking love that line.

๐‘พ๐’‚๐’Š๐’•๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ข ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ง๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ  Getting me Back (The Voices Within) ๐˜—๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜บ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ง๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ข ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฃ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ด . ๐Ÿซถ๐Ÿผ