you are free.
the green grass
are waiting
and so is the sea
and the sky
at night the
stars are calling
you in the silence
of their multitude
that you come
under them and
have a gaze
you are free.
yet you never
give freedom a
chance.
you live inside
a room
away from the
lights of the
day
away from the
blooms in the
garden
to write
another poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem