Unlock the key that binds my heart together,
From distance to yard for what seems an eternity of distant echo's and tainted dreams, lest it smother my all in promises once cooling my last desire, quenching the flame
That set the fire alight,
I yearn to be free, I yearn to be found
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You must be aware that you have an incredible talent for insight and expression. Your wording is exactly as it should be. An eternity of distant echoes. Shades of Dickinson. Beautifully composed. I assume from reading this that you must admire Emily Dickinson. I may be wrong but I would be surprised. Your poem touches places few realize exist.