Run around in circles
When can I stop?
Seeing all these purples
blues and reds and blots
Painting all the colors
All the colors of the wind
Avoiding the dullers
And the colors that have sinned
Spinning, never ending
possibly, what can I do?
Stopping all the bending
All I can see is you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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