no more time for excuses,
to barter and trade,
for pretensions and etiquette,
to mend the bridge,
or paint the house....
no time for redemption,
no time for the past....
i just wanna know....
would you lay with me,
and wait for the dawn of the age?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This was real sweet....loved the last line...good write..you write on such a wide variety of topics....great skill -SG