An empty castle of yours, with walls made
of yellow leaves
flutters in the wind, under the rain
hopelessly.
Nothing lasts in this world.
I expected you to know this.
An obsession of mine, about the endless you
in my poems
slowly, losing it's bright colour forever, crushed
by my tears.
Nothing lasts in this world.
I never expected this to be true.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nope nothing doesn't last. not even love...Dry those tears and dont build a wall around yourself. Red Skye