Pillar warm flame moth of shame
suffocating greed's wrap
struggle it is her
wing of despair
It is my soul free of her blind pain
endless without beginning
scarred thoughts
Tongue without mind laid to trap
harsh bitter wind flies again to another.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
freedom is only freedom is the mind is free from bondage to ourselves, nicely expressed