Its like dying of a deadly plague sorrow have become a companion.
A kiss from a chameleon it wont touch your lips without fading your colours.
Time as a killer watching belief turning into myth.
It is like an old man white hair showing proof of wisdom yet still in the web of foolishness he speak.
A palace made for kings yet inherited by servants.
Mind filled with rainbow, when the eyes are colour blind.
Its all about fading colours that are more colourful in everyone's fantasy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem