Black
Black looks like the night sky
Black smells like sesame paste
Black tastes like olives on the pizza
Black feels like walking to a cave without a torch
Black looks like my violin and cello case
Black smells like coke
Black tastes like dark chocolate
Black feels like not having any friends
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful poem and I think color variations doesn't matter and real love and affection in worldly affairs is to be respected and pride thereof.