betrayed
by soulless neojunkies
beating down the ladders
raging spirals from the ground
to keep the outside out
but inside
lie the hopes and dreams
behind the bolted doors
where meadows, glades and pastures reach
their touch beyond the bars
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
outside maybe emblem of happy or sorrow but inside the true existence!
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