Yet, everything is so perfect, positive.
Brings it above the line of happiness.
I could never want more than this,
At the very top, the happiest.
One day, it starts to destroy, negative.
Was it plannin or just worse?
One sentence: 'thing changes.'
It changes everythin, acts and words.
Everythin turns the other way around,
At the top falls on the ground, upside-down.
The warmth inside turns to ice,
My world used to shine so bright.
5th Jan,2010
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem