The prison of life
A golden cage
With iron hinges
Rusted though
Soul like a bird
Restless for the flight
When the door is open
The memories of the cage
The cagers delight
Enjoying the laments
Of the singing bird
The cage of life
Though like a prison
Has memories beautiful
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a good philosophy here...the soul has the perpetual tendency to fly out from this apparent golden cage, life...well done 10