What you see is an illusion of the truth.
The brightness of the soul is the beauty within.
Yet a humble human can’t see the truth,
We still act on our animal instinct,
People chose not to open their minds to the truth,
They believe in the beauty within,
But they dare not see it,
I t is one of the regular irony of life,
Deal with it.
It grows
It changes
It evolves
An ever changing description,
An ever changing meaning.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So much of the meaning gets lost in description. Welcome to PH!