alone..
on my planet of POETRY..
joyful colors are all around me..
here i can feel who really i am..
i can see BLUE..
i can smell RED..
i can touch GREEN..
i can hear YELLOW..
i can taste ORANGE..
no more colors here exist..
for those above are all the best..
peacefully now i can paint..
words bloom on my chest..
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Aug2009 -
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I find myself smiling when I read this poem. Thanks HaZeM!
Wow, I love the idea of a poet being a painter! Especially on their own planet painting with only the colors they choose (too bad purple isn't on there: (it's my favorite it lol) . I also love the part where you say ''I can see BLUE/ I can smell RED...I can taste ORANGE'' I love that last part! : D And I love the last part of the poem too! I love the whole thing lol! Beautiful! *adds to favorite list*
wonderful! ! ! colourful patchwork..... I liked it
Splendidly written! ! ! ! So beautiful... Good job for this! ! ! ! God bless! -PinkButterfly-
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
VERY EXPRESSIVE........ AND TOUCHING... I LIKED MOST THE FIRST STANZA WELL DONE HAZEM.....