We can't be living fantasy that's not true.
It's not reality.
I won't survive all that scares me without focus on positivity.
While the wounds of negativity can be healed eventually,
precious gifts of love, shine til they blind,
so we avoid them momentarily.
And their magic purity.
What I know for sure, is you're invisible,
'til you choose to see.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem