The song of a prisoned daughter
Is not a pound of a drum?
But the fast heartbeat out of fear
The song of a prisoned daughter
Is not the strum of a guitar?
But the demons within her mind
The song of a prisoned daughter
Is not a smile upon her face?
But thousands of tears falling like rain
The song of a prisoned daughter
Is not the joy in her voice?
But the pain in her movement
The song of a prisoned daughter
You see, is not a song at all
It’s silence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful poem, Marisa. Thanks