The light is fading.
The dark is come.
The white horse is turning brown.
Illusions of happiness
are turning to stone.
Sadness is happiness blown
to pieces.
Fallen love is love
broken hearts mend,
but happiness never can be
found again.
Illusions of happiness,
Nevermore found to be
the real thing.
As you shall see.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem