Everyone is broken in his own
shape.
As roses were grown
to forget their pink shade.
Some
failed by love, others by losing
the beloved.
And, no. No one
is out of their mind,
knowing
they can sometimes fake a smile.
As rarely, but once in a while,
the sun does shine amid thunderstorms.
You're not as broken as you are strong.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem