The free girl explores the world
The sheltered girl
Looks at it from her window
Fills what she cannot see
With her imagination
The free girl knows
The names of birds by their cries
The flowers on the roadside
The sheltered girl
Listens for meanings in birdsongs
Yellow bellflowers are her golden trumpets
The free girl's perceptions
Are limited by realities and facts
The sheltered girl's mind is boundless
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem