Brushed on the wall
all colors in dark
an image once seen in a flash
a tall Green tree unclimbable by men
Red brides smiling in tears
in the pitch Black night while opening up to the sky
for the Blue oceans crush
pain fades in Orange with hands on arms
and the cold, White snow lay waste to the fall
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem