the velvet black what was my painting soul
became over the years faded,
and my vision of the memory remained;
what once was just isn't the same, even though
i'd swear it was if my life depended:
what a fool i am to have believed in my invincibility.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Really love this. A fantastic poem. May i invite you to read my new poem called, A Drug Infested Mind.