Theres wall that none can see
Or touch, but can be felt
It's called an inner calm
Or perhaps an inner hatred
-All bleed away in the end
Walls that are made of to many
substances, to many thoughts
of deception, of sadness, of laughter
-And the world bleeds away with it
Some perhaps to high and too strong
to breach, some to easily or to hastilly made
Those are the walls that fail, leaving you defenceless
Against impossilble odds, leaving you to wither away
-World aflame with vicouse dreams
My walls are slowly crumbling
By a single womans smile-a smile that burns
-Protect me my walls of denial
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Women can tear down walls.