Last Key Poem by Cigeng Zhang

I'm empty like a wind I'll be back Now the key tied to my wrist Yes, I hold it - you will be back, , , , , , , , , memories.. desire for a home coming...... love...... very nice poem dear poet. tony

Memories get rusted over time. But heart keeps them cherished, stashed away in the remotest corner. Ready to revisit "when I am empty like a wind"..

'When I'm empty I'm back' - very nice! That happens with me too!

This poem touched me very deep, a soulful poem, Cigeng. Please return and write more. You are so poetical. Thank you so much for sharing this last poem. Last Key, but never Lost Key.

The feeling of loss and emptiness has been so vividly depicted, it's a very touching and impressive piece of work.

Wonderful imaginary and imagery. Beautifully crafted on home and nostalgia. Interesting to read over and over again. Thank u dear Cigenz for sharing this lovely poem.