Waiting

There is a place where I go once a year,

A sacred place meant for the queer,

I feel safe in this grand palace,

In this sacred space we are free,

We can be who we want to be,

There is no hate in this small place,

Merley joy, for we can exist in peace,

In this palace filled with a dream of a masterpiece,

It is a grand joy for me to see those who have come to be,

Though I know this place will disappear, when the day of peace is gone,

I cry when the day passes on,

For now I return back to the place where there is no space for me be,

So I simply wait till time repeats once more,

So I can go back to the place that I was made for,

To that place, made of dreams.

 

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