I'm in a prison,
prison encompassed
with love, affection
and a promise.
Still, I cry.
But, never was
in any procession.
In my thought,
one face looms large
If my present sky
doesn't believe me,
if he thinks I'm
for many, for all.
For him I have a
dew-drop- - -
crystal-colored,
pure and without lie.
It's very natural.
It's my tear.
Captive lady I'm.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
For him I have a dew-drop- - - i love the line much and your thought is excellent.