Choking tight
Working hard
The clock’s working
Too fast, broken vases
Shattered bonds
Foggy mornings
And starless nights.
Don’t let go, no-
The quitter is the loser
Left to dwindle in the cage.
Sugar that lemon juice
And drink it all up with a
Smiling face, surprise them
All, yes; set yourself free
And fly, out, to the sky
But even that’s not the limit.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem