A Domesticate Little Sparrow

My photogenic faded tattoo bird flies in the frequent deadlier dreams And I realized the time has come to demobilize her. My darling! You suffered a lot with me in my lonely battlefield. I am so sorry my dear sweetheart. This resentful life is heavier than lead And I am still sounding the depths. I open the cage door for my petite colleague to let you free And I have no regrets; Birds should fly at least once in their lifetime. * The Buddha said ' One has to understand clearly that craving and attachment to material and immaterial things are the main roots of stress and depression.' I dedicate this poem to my beloved wife Manel.