limbless it was white
sticky sap dripping
teardrops fear
it could not listen
that night when
beauty died
and colours cried
it has no understanding -
what colour is fear
a cold waif
in trembling fright
the symptoms of
its sickness
is dark purple -
fig in a tree
sanity blown off
by storms torn
is fear black
offered its light
that night
when beauty died
and colours lied
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Exquisite picture painted in well crafted words.