The world is my canvas,
My actions are the masterpiece,
I strive for growth.
Like that rose in concert,
The lack of wisdom,
Brings mistakes,
That greys' our coloring,
Saturate bleeds constantly.
Creativity is lost to the vibrating,
So I painted this picture,
Hoping art can be salvaging.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem