It was more important than life
And he had worked so hard for it
Yet it was not work
For action without thinking
Is not work at all.
But for a moment was triumphant,
That dream just inches away.
Suddenly comes a dark day
Which could have been avoided anyway
Yet pride took him over
And in a split of time -
A time of hypnotizing colors -
They were reduced to ashes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hypnotizing colors, good one, thanks.