I walk the Streets
to seek the ones I love
but it seems that i could never find them.
I walk
I run
I jog
I slow down
I STOP..
Stop to see the beautiful people around me.
I ask myself 'Why is it, that im not as Beautiful as them? ''
and I hear a Voice reply within me...
'Yes, you are as beautiful as them, but in the Inside. On the
outside you are just as ugly as the Others! '
I laugh, keep walking in a fast steady pace
and it hurts to know the truth
that I'm not as beautiful as all the other people out there
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
actually it doesnt matter the beauty of the face as much as the beauty of the inner soul.. nice imagination......