Red, pink and blue honey suckle.
The voice of the hummingbird.
Here where the smallest of birds sing a song
yet I have spoken words to honey her.
This colour full bird dressed in yellow, purple
I have never heard one sing.
Open at dawn flowers pose.
Gone at days end most of the children are.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Iove you selection of colors. nice read.