Young Souls
What we don’t believe in;
Is the possibility of imagination becoming reality
because; our wrinkles are nothing but the lines of wisdom;
And a sign for the eternity of our young souls
And our freckles are nothing but stars;
We have collected from the mother sun
And our age is nothing but a meaningless o’clock;
Counting out of fear of the unknown future
because we forget;
we could be the warriors, not the victims
We could be the reality makers, not the daydreamers
We could be enchanted by the sparkles of life;
Not the misery of the past and the puzzle of the future
© 2019 Yasmeen Ghazal
Comments
Yasmeen Ghazal (author) from Amman on May 11, 2019:
Thank you, Lorna, for such a supporting comment!
Lorna Lamon on May 10, 2019:
Hi Yasmeen, This is a moving uplifting poem and I really enjoyed reading it. Thank you for sharing.