the air is thick with hope
but the dust clings to the lost
the debris is cleared for a new day
but was it worth the cost
a million times yes
outshone by a no
a thousand 'come here's
stopped by one 'go'
what is left standing
of two true hearts
just frames of what used to be
hundreds of broken parts
shattered in peices
can see through the scar
molded to beat again
i don't know who you are
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow this an awesome poem! I love it. I love the imagery in it, and it has a great rythm to it.