Some colors are: : : : not for OJ.
Pink for me, calms me down, it gives me sanity.
Black was from it's sleep,
it's endurance, wasted in all of eternity.
Waiting forever and a day it always seems.
Do you want a joust to feel confessed in pain again?
Green is the tree it came from it shriveled on it vainly.
The world now it waits for it to enter it to spin it's top once again.
Red helps them make more green of it when
it acts as they direct it to act on the stage
in it's blindness.
Silver is the cord
that it allows you to bind it with never blind in it.
The color of need, the color of want, the color of luck,
color of bucks,
so much and in of it and of all that it is that lays unbeaten
in it which,
once was struck,
from the color of you,
it is just the color of it that blinds it now.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem