The titanic, the ship of dreams.
The massive ship cruising to America.
It was the ship of enthusiasm, but it
turned to be the ship of dullness.
The abundant lives of populace
submerged within their excitement.
The iceberg took their lives.
The classy ship emerged as repulsive.
The love of a young couple wasn't abolished by the smashed of the titanic.
The sorrow of the ship as it divide into two was like the scattering of two souls,
Jack and Rose.
The titanic the ship of our dreams.
The grief of the sinking, the tears of the journey.
The country America was death.
The name titanic end up being the
miniature.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem