Color at up, color at down
Color at out, color at in
Where is color not?
Question is not that,
Our life starts with color
Goes through this color
Again ends with this color
We must taste its flavor,
Sometimes of gladness
Sometimes of sadness
Sometimes of romance
Sometimes of fully loss,
Which is your favorite color?
Which color do you fear?
Some questions may arise
Whether you feel bad or nice,
Such as, light is lively color
May be bright, pale and blur
And dark is deadly color
May be of hope or despair.
## In collaboration with my friend Robert Rhyme
Colours everywhere! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Colours are spices for vision to spark sense-buds...as if it eyes were tongue sometimes colourless is still colours in heart that blind see most, we failed to feel
Which is your favorite color? Which color do you fear? these 2 lines touch my mind and heart
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Our whole life is in colors, colors differ from time to time, An extraordinary poem,10 thank you for sharing this poem with us