Waiting
I’m the new dawn,
waiting to rise
I’m the truth, piercing the lies
I’m a church bell,
waiting to ring
I’m a soloist, waiting to sing
I’m a plant, waiting to bud
I’m a lotus, grown from
the mud
I’m a door waiting to
open
I’m a life spent always
hoping
I’m a rainbow crossing
the sky
I’m a seeker, asking why
I’m locked up waiting
to be free
I’m a dream of liberty
I’m the light in a
darkened room
I’m the sunlight
piercing the gloom
I’m a heart, waiting to
break
I’m the moon’s reflection on a lake
I’m a painting, waiting
to be hung
I’m old, wishing I was
young
I’m a branch, waiting for the lark
I’m stars in the sky, waiting for the dark
I’m two lovers, who’ve never met
I’m the sun waiting to
set.
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le poisson dans la roche
Un million d'années ont passes.
Un squelette fossile
a laissé un écho.
Que s'est-il passé ?
Elle a nagé, pondu ses œufs,
respiré par ses branchies,
battu de la queue.
Et un jour, elle s'est allongée
dans le sable.
Son corps était enveloppé,
absorbé, une empreinte,
un schéma de sa vie
s'est créé.
Et le temps a passé…
the fish in the rock
A million years have passed.
A fossil skeleton
has left an echo.
What happened?
She swam,
she laid her eggs,
she breathed through her gills
she flapped her tail
until one day she lay down
in the sand,
her body was enveloped,
absorbed, an imprint.
a pattern of her life
was created
and time passed...
Anna Meryt
In Collioure Oct 2025
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