I fell into a dream of colors.
Blue, Red, Green made up my shape.
As I fell deeper into my dream.
The colors dulled.
Black, White made up my shape.
Then in the distances of my mind.
I heard your voice call to me.
Pulling me back into a dream of beauty.
Because a dream without you.
Is a nightmare waiting to eat me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem