My heart has been captured;
It's beating it's wings
Against the bars of your presence-
And refusing to sing.
The nearness of you
Stops all singing, all breath;
It just wants to breathe you-
Live in you, till death.
My heart has been captured,
Too far from it’s tree.
It's no use now; it doesn't
Even care about free.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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