Who said can’t breathe air of freedom?
That’s what you make your self-belief.
Your portion from life you won’t thief.
Breath to life bears many kingdoms:
For you and your treasures’ relief;
Except should your choosing are grief’s.
Life and death are ways to end-doom.
Should you want comfort midst brief,
And both to court and live you chief.
Wedlock is beyond bride and groom.
Expand life in pairs: man and beef…
Lo, your turn over a new leaf.
Warrants meek and mild on seldom.
Too humble soul, the disbelief;
But frankly, bequeaths no mischief.
Who said can’t breathe air of freedom?
Breath to life bears many kingdoms:
Life and death are ways to end-doom.
Wedlock is beyond bride and groom.
Warrants meek and mild on seldom.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem