A tethered bird
that cannot fly
is hope
that cannot reach the sky.
The dream
is once again deferred
awaiting
yet a whispered word.
The plan that in the end
has failed,
with truth and love
forever veiled,
descends on darkest wing
and doubt,
and fears
to let its sorrow out.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Freedom is the essence of life. Without it, man is like a tethered bird living in fears, doubt n sorrow. Written with feeling n sensitivity.
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