If you blind yourself to the world's cruelty,
You may escape its horrors—
But you will also silence the song of the wind,
And close your heart to the whispers of trees.
Yes, the world holds shadows,
But in the same breath, it holds light.
A blossom opens in the cracks of war,
And kindness flickers even in the darkest soul.
It is not strength to turn away,
Nor weakness to weep for what you see.
To endure… is to look at it all—
And still find reason to protect the beauty.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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