My heart is in a cage
And the keys are lost
While I, growing in age
Hold on to the past.
The cage is made of gold
And I'm lacking in no care
Yet the air is cold
And too stiffing to bear.
Trapped like a beast
Waiting in vain for dawn
Yet not hoping in the least
For freedom, now gone.
I put my heart there
But now wish to be free
And breathe a new air
Far from this misery.
Where lie hidden the keys
In another heart, though meek
In hands, gentle as a breeze
Such as I long for and seek.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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