Sweet colors fade
as secrets are made.
The night comes at last;
The moon is cast.
Solitude in sweet dreams
is bursting at the seams.
One little thread
I cling to from the Dead.
Caged no more am I,
no more tears to cry.
These sweet dreams I cling to
as the night fades to blue.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem