How easily depressed we can become!
How fragile is the mind, the soul, the rest,
We're certainly dark creatures of unrest,
Not even Freud could change us for the best,
As humans we don't really pass the test.
Sorry!
Soul driver wears body as cloth. Wonderfully drafted and shared such a beautiful poem.10.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You did it again. Hit the nail on the head, with the crystal hammer of poetry. Peace