Black... black
After being beautiful brightly garden
Colored with kinds of roses and herbs
Just like the rainbow colors...
At the moment and the absence of time
Appears hardened baddies
Cut colored roses and threw it out of
The beautiful, bright garden...
The glow and the pomp of it gone
And only one color is left there
Black and black only remain
Who has become the master of the place...?
The perfume and fragrance vanish from there
The garden became black and black
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Bad baddies! ! ! ! Shame on them! ! ! is one black more black than another? i like the poem. bri :)