You trusted the River with your body,
Even though you knew you couldn't swim,
You trusted Gravity with your body,
Even though you knew you couldn't fly,
You trusted Fire with your skin,
Even though you knew you weren't gold,
The thin line between trust and stupidity,
Is the truth you've always been told.
A nice poem, Damian. Read my poem Love and L u s t. Thanks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks Jazib, will check it out.