Can we be stainless
and not afraid of a stain?
Can we be stainful
and not afraid of the stainless?
How about innocence?
And what of that?
It's not such a great thing anymore, is it?
Was it?
Can we see perfection
and not keep a blank empty stare of deception?
We're not so friendly anymore.
What good is good?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the way you use questions, you make the reader question too, like you feel. thats good in my book :) what is right and wrong is all perception. you decide what is right and wrong. nicely written...keep writing :)