Ah!
beautiful prisoner
desirable creature
accepting confines to
rigid constraints of status
envied for beauty
hiding to be free
humble lowly bushboy
sitting by the streets
pondering the infinite
yearning for a love seemed
destined out of reach
why this sad intelligence?
i percieve a reality and hurt
yet must accept
providence necessary brutality.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Destiny out of reach, and this is so very true, Donald! Blessings! ! !