carving a heart out of a stone,
get beaten up many nights and morns,
a fine heart, in shape: still a stone,
if you go for comfort, it hits you with a bang..
blowing a heart out of a balloon,
really fanciful with colors of dreams,
a soft heart filled with fake air,
if you go for comfort, it will burst
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The contrast between the two hearts speaks. I would go for something in between, but if i would be forced to choose, i think i would choose the balloon. Nice and thought provoking poem.