These prison walls can never tame
A heart as proud as mine,
No tiny cell, no dungeon hell,
Can make me scrape and whine.
For when you've breathed the breath of hope
And known what freedom is.
No ball and chain, no kind of pain,
Can make you bow or flinch.
Tan, this poem sounds unbelievably Russian to me! The rhyming scheme, the rhythm, the content - everything. We had some great poets writing about the same thing in similar words. Thank you. Julia.
I like this one, it talks about strngth! Good job! ~~Elya Thorn~~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice read tan dave................................good one