Freedom in a gilded cage
Is no freedom at all
My wings cropped
Beaks glued shut
Life is a flicker
Ghosts saunter
Nowhere to go
But down
Down
Out...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Luis. The poem is a bait for conversation, so I don't give all and be tiresome. I give space for the reader to come in and be comfortable. As you did. Thank you.: -)