I will wait for you
until the irons stop
to hide your form
until the bars no longer cast shadows
your beautiful face
I will wait for you
until the gray walls cease
to separate us
until the wet dungeons
they will not be held prisoner
your free soul.
And when will that day come?
know that I will wait for you
on freedom street
to walk it together.
photo Fractals99, https://pixabay.com





























