hands tremble, eyes dilate
reminiscent of the similar days
omniscient about nothing, nays
leaving on a jet plane
shedding pearls of agony
glanced emptily to zilch awaits me
hoping frantically for more colors
think i should resort to dyeing
it never said it's a forever kinda thing
a favour that one could never refuse
a saviour in mind it compensates
a fable that never came true
only hope for more colors to come
think i should resort to dyeing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem