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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


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.

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