She spoke of glass
glass instead of small meshed wire
on the other side.
Faces just like mine they kept inside
out side
looking in but here they weren't.
Could you die a thousand death's
each night I chose
to live inside my dreams.
Hiding smiles untimely hurts
the guest's were people that you knew
whom knew you not.
My dreams from what I saw when
wide awake
drew smiles from they whom waited
in the shadows
came again when I was all alone.
We came from here some came from there
the honey hills
you now that look when doctors had a choice
and some chose both.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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