We lived in a world made of sand
Our castles built under moonlight
They stood tall and they stood grand
Beacons of hope filled the night.
With day break came the change of tide
Our kingdom fell and was washed away.
Victims of unending pride
Hearts left broken and dismayed,
Disillusioned we parted ways.
Surreal mirrors broken
Reflecting on better days
Before Veritas had awoken.
what a wonderful piece....it seems mean to sit here and love this when it has so much sadness in it....but you have written this piece so well.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely metaphorical, flowing piece of poetry.The opening lines are brilliant.10.