There are some days like this, <br />when the dreams don't move, <br />and the hope is far away <br />and the present is black <br />when i come back to the past to find my rainbow. <br />I open the old box of my happy memories and i try to paint my thoughts with colors. <br />The colors that i try so many years to keep alive <br />For my colorless poor days.<br /><br />Constantinos Grigoriadis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-the-dreams-don-t-move/
