My wings flutter and its blocking my flight
The  wind howls 
Its calling me
I see them all flying in the breeze 
Tangled in this cage 
My wings  beet with my heart I can’t uplift 
They swarm, they sting
I want to fly with them
And buzzing by I sit and regret 
Hoping for the rust to decay this cage                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    