Love is periwinkle.
It tastes like colorful candy sprinkles.
It smells like blooming, sweet, spring.
It sounds like a silver chime bells' ring.
It feels like a birds, glorious morning flight.
It looks like the suns' brightest ray of light.
Periwinkle is loves' true color in life,
and it's always there,
Day or night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem