Everything I see is black and white,
don't you think?
'no, no quite.
everything is bright, just look towards the light'
That's how you see it?
'Yes, thats right'
Thats suggestible
'Are you skeptical? '
No, I just find it difficult.
'well that can be forgettable, it wont last forever'
But I've practically endured it my whole life
'oh whatever...'
Years and years have gone by, do you think I'd tell such a lie?
'Just look into the light, we're talking about colours! '
I simply cannot see it positively like that....
'Be pessimistic, fine. But you're not blind, don't be unrealistic.'
I dont want to stand and listen to this
'Are you getting emotional? '
This discussion certainly is.
'Are we talking about colours or feelings? '
Have you no understanding? I am talking about feelings, cant you see me bleeding?
So I think you will find that you are the one who is certainly blind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
flows effortlessly, and intriguing poetic conversation. The world can sometimes seem black & white like old movies.
Thank you lovely, I appreciate your comment :)