Never have I seen color-
Only black and white
Never had I thought about
Seeing color; one day, I might.
Sometimes I do remember
A color described as blue
This strange occurence happened
The first time that I saw you.
Blue was a beautiful color,
In each and every shade
But just as quickly as it appeared-
The blue began to fade.
In its place was a new color-
One that i had heard called red
And you were covered by its tincture
No beating heart; for you were dead.
So sad you had to leave me
Strangely, I miss that somber day-
Now I see in black and white again
For my colors, like you, have gone away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That was a very good poem. Very sad, I am enjoying reading your poem