the bodyguards
are here
and he is feeling
like under
arrest, but that
is life here
in the seasons of
danger
shall i forget
how to speak about
spring?
how i miss those
freedom birds flying
in the forests of
solitude
sometimes he asks
is this the door that
i really want
to enter?
the house of chaos
where i am supposed
to place everything
in order
i am ready in this
armor of silence
lots of listening
and enduring....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem