When my shades of blue become darker.
You can look at my face, painted of lies.
One to correct.
One to cover.
One to conceal.
One to compliment.
& you will never be wiser, because I am bright.
When my shades of blue become darker.
You can look at my eyes, a reflection of truth.
Stripped bare of conceit.
& you will reach enlightenment, for nothing shines there except you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem