White is the immaculate reflection of our own impurity
Black is where the dark suasion rouse when betrayal beckoned the heart
Grey is the confusion felt in the wake of its incarnation, mouldering blame devolved.
Light is the touch that relieves the heart by gentle refraction broken
But I'm blinded and do not see the way and the colours falls beside myself.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Light is the touch that relieves the heart by gentle refraction broken' Very poetic indeed!