Silent, stone walls muffle my prayers.
Chains rattle an antiphon dirge.
Obsecration is murmured.
Rosary, links of steel,
Clasping praying hands.
Plans, hopes, dreams float
Like dust motes,
Airy
Shrouds.
Dedicated to Prisoners of Conscience around the world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a beautiful piece, Mary..a pleasure to read..