I had words.
More emotions to my moves.
I used to cry for beauty.
And i sang for my tears.
But today it seems.
I awoke with less of my fears.
I used to talk with the moon
To plead for a chance to grasp the ocean.
Or is it as simple as i thought it would.
No, no one knows.
How bright colors once alive.
Have turned to a shade of grey.
All the smiles & flowers.
With tears of joy.
Do they gently float away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem