The rock meets the stone
The bone is alone
The wall has not shone
The time that has gone and turned to stone
The time to rejoice is gone
The time to act has come
The time for change has been done
Time a bullet shoots down the barrel
Love is forlorn
Love is torn
The key I remember
Is it real I do not know
Where it is escapes me
But I know what inside it holds
Who found it or if it's found I have naught a clue
Yet I know it is close now
Closer to me than you
Good or bad it comes looming ever closer
Am I ready for its return?
I think not
But someone else may think so
Here I wait
Here to stay
Here to say
'Here am I - twig yin yuk'
'Here am I - thin cross loan a I'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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