When The Right Time Comes
when the right time comes
i will tell you
that i love you
even when all our hairs
have turned to gray
even when all the gray hairs
have gone away
but now my love
my lips are sealed
my hands are chained
i am inside this cell
my feet are gel
wait a while
i am setting myself free
help me find
my claws my wings my eyes
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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