If my soul was bound be fervor
my heart was bound by love
If my sight was limited by pain
my life was cloistered by banality
dreams of release
met with realities of frustrations
my life tiny
took me nowhere
because nowhere
was there only to go
thus the pitter patter
of little thoughts tred
across the lives of big intentions
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem