Inside the cage there is a seed,
Filled with pebbles gradually
The cage was filled with the pebbles,
And the seed didn't break.
Through the wash of times,
The cage broke, the pebbles fall.
The seed blossomed into a flower.
That's the flower of life.
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I would like to translate this poem
Through the wash of times, The cage broke, the pebbles fall. The seed blossomed into a flower. That's the flower of life.... very fine. beautiful poem. in little verses you are conveying a lot. thank you dear poetess. tony
Thank you for the compliment :)