Distance makes the faces blurred,
Familiar voices are less often heard…
Don’t just wait and sit alone by phone,
And wait for that call and ring tone.
Have you ever held your breath,
And felt as if you will suffocate?
Oh, what a relief it is to exhale
And then allow yourself to inhale.
I learnt a long time ago,
Everyone wants to be let go…
Love would never clip the wings,
Every heart has a right to sing…
So do I, even if I sing to myself
Don’t we all long to tune to ourselves?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love would never clip the wings, Every heart has a right to sing… Rachel Ann Butler