People ain't magnets
But why do troubles attract?
Scars that are never seen,
Still left a lasting impact.
Things racing above the head
Known not how to react.
Would the days get better?
Even if it a kick start?
but just admire people,
How beautifully they act!
Covering their eternal pain,
Though they're terribly torn apart.
None but only themselves know,
That only appearance is intact.
Wondering in themselves
If fitting in is an art.
And the only thing that held them alive,
Are their burning dreams,
Warming their frozen heart!
A wonderful and uplifting poem. Yes, our burning dreams will warm our frozen heart. Beautifully crafted and well conveyed write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wowso good