I don't write poems for so long,
Soul doesn't want to.
I dreamed of hands without bonds
for day and night too.
It happened so! That is the world.
But to my wonder,
I don't feel comfort without bonds.
used to be humble.
It's not so easy - I will say
at our meeting.
The pain that from the shackles remained,
For soul is healing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The soul that healing wonderful expression of feeling it felt.