I wish I had a cold heart
one that could be turned on and off like a switch
Life would be easier to navigate
but it's a flame
It flickers in the winds of change and struggles to stay lit
Sometimes it burns brightly and I know one day it will go out altogether only I wish it would remain in the heart of another
But we don't know our own fate
We only have our hopes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem