Sometimes we meet people,
and declare they have a heart of gold.
They do things for others,
never expecting any beneficial in return.
It is only part of their nature.
They do not see anything special,
in the things they do.
To them it is only part of their life,
which they travel through.
When someone makes public,
of their golden deed,
those with the hearts of gold,
into the background,
try quickly to proceed.
Never will there be enough Hearts of Gold for all to love one another in all nations, especially those torn apart...Yet we are fortunate to find a few in our lives that we wish to capture and never let go of.. Very, very nice David...~~~mm.xo.~~~
So many hearts of gold on poemhunter i have lost count my friend...10
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I would like to translate this poem
So beautiful and true, , thank you! !