Green are forests
Green was my childhood.
I stood on a beach
And realized mother's love.
Blue is my tear
And blue is the sky.
Time, it has spitted
on my lovely face.
The days are gone
Years are passed,
no longer I am a child.
My heart,
It's young and adult.
But still immatured.
Don't have realized,
Colour of rainbows
Colour of Youth
I should now capture the time
So as to make colourful world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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