The voices of hope......
Screaming for lives..
Were not fulfilled
The truth is
We can't handle the truth
Take me to the place...
Where the weather
Is fine all around
We could live
Till the world
Is no longer exists...
and remember
The arts of love
Implies to flirtation
Your longing....
Is descriptive
Well painted
onto the canvas of psychopath
A journey without destiny...
Is a long lost destination
Only the determined
Would understand
and nodded
This poem caught my eye because I hav a daughter named Destiny. I could not fathom my life's journey without my Destiny. Great piece of work and I marked it as one of my favs.
title caught my eye. a fine poem, deeply reflective and thought provoking.10 Mamta
really i tried so hard to find a poem of u that i will understand easily and completely coz really my english is not good enough maybe im better in arabic. but i found this and i liked it so much really so so great and i think that i fell in love with it and im sorry so sorry coz i did't take ur excuse. im sorry.
This poem carries a big lesson in it. I really love it
Catching title once again and the poem is very touching. Well done 'The truth is we can't handle the truth' my favorite part
i can't explain to you how beautiful this poem is.. all i can say is utterly amazing..~Hazel G.E
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very true 'The truth is We can't handle the truth' +10 anjali