Elena S(*_*) ⋅ 2 October 2014
languid motion
With languid motion
the free wolf
in its shiny fur
playful, keeps moving
(have you observed?)
Sparkling, beaming
while being king
upon his space.
Behind the bars
at the zoo
gloomy, dreary,
like a chained dog
is dragging his foot
as slow as could
in a tattered motion
of crushed hopes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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