I wish I were a painting,
With colors bright and sprite,
Then things would never change,
And all would be alright.
Sometimes I like to play,
A foolish grand escape,
But manage just to hide,
Behind my old black cape.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The sunrise I would be Announcing each new day But in the dark I dwell Until I fade away