Pick a charcoal
Make my sketch
Don't need colours
For, they don't match
I am just
a passing phase
Very soon
You'll loose
This craze
And your dreams
Of eyes so blue
This I know
Will soon
come true
It's so easy
To love
White skin
In my brownness
This Earth comes in
Terra firma
Is not your want
Of clouds
and rainbows
Your love
Is born
You will leave
I understand
But I'll always
Be your friend
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This was so beautifully written! Thanks for sharing