Paper lends time two hands.
And sand blows off the paper.
Each grain of sand is coated.
Attached too each one memory.
Black tries to help white see.
White leaves black to others.
In a world lost without true color.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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