there were colours when i was a hopefull man
blue was your eyes, red was the sign of my love
the innocence of our love was white...
after years there are colors again
yet meanings are changing...
the inauspicious colour of your eyes is blue,
red is the symbol of my grudge,
white is the same but getting smaller and will hit black's helmet
unfortunately black will takeover the control
and i wont be able to see the colours again
that is not an issue cause i dont want to see anymore...
To suffer great pain leads to greater strength and your verse tells it all. Excellent verse. Best wishes Suzan Gumush
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Mustafa b. You may like to read my poem, Love And. Thank you.