How to bring this riptide life into word
Mistakes are easy when left unheard
To wake next to them can be hard
One may wish to be unbarred
The trap my own
These threads were sewn
But on one looks toward brighter shades
Not white nor black but grey cascades
Of hopes and dreams
Through bars they gleam
Impossible though they seem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem