Three walls tower between us
like lead.
I cannot see you...it's as if you were dead.
Wave to me and the breeze might take it,
fly it beyond walls
Give it sudden turns
Signaller.
You have messed up the plan
Cry it right.
You have deepened the quagmire of
forgotten delight
and pain.
Shout down the barriers and break
the silence...
before each rebel might contain
his open mind
Before it
shrivels.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
interesting poem.. to better catch the meaning, it needs a second reading later.. for the moment: 1 like is mandatory :)