Love is already blue inside of you.
Sad for the chance you could have had,
disappearing like slippery quicksand.
Sand was taken from your hand,
that I could of gave back to you but now our dreams are totally blue.
Dreams of a feather so delicate and light,
fading away like a star in the night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem