Blue as ice and desire.
Cool as wind and fire.
Green as Sun and fun.
Red as forge and mind.
Violet as life and crime.
Magenta as feelings and healing.
Colors never fade.
Corners (life) I hate....
Yellow as sky and high.
Orange as fly and cry.
Gold as rust and dust.
Silver as black and white.
Every thing seems so colorful to you.
But everything I see is Blue....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem