One thinks black is power and one its depression.
One thinks green is honesty and one its weedy.
One thinks blue is peace and one its boredom.
One thinks red is warmth and one its anger.
So its what we think is what we always see.
So see recession to correct or curse things.
Verry nice..... it makes you want to read it a few times to find the real meaning
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And may we all look to the bright side and hope for the best. Well written.