Brownish tones of discoloring hue
Creeping, intruding, peeking though
the cobwebbed chasms of my mind
bland to the eye, no flavor to find
just sepia tones of dissatisfaction
emotionless with no reaction
my pallid life-bleached repertoire
a place to hide, be gone, withdraw
A colorless corner of sepia hue
with only brown sadness peering through.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem