I walk through life oblivious to the hurt and pain
Crossing over borders, I miss the turmoil
Working my way through clouds of smoke and guns
I stall a while and wonder why I am so impervious to it
But I have no answer
So I carry on walking
Superb.....Very well thought and written. If u find time please check my poems, Thanks in advance.
Crossing over the boarders with hurt and pain still manages life with amazing walk. Expressive poem...10
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I would like to translate this poem
Truly, life is the name of walking along