I can never write of happiness.
I don't think i know the words.
But i can always right of sadness.
Of hurt and anger and fears.
I know many words for sorrow.
There's grief, heartache, despair.
But i can't think what colour
happiness could be.
Is there something wrong with me?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your candle needs to be reignited, that is all. There is absolutly nothing wrong with you.