Poems of colour;
Poems of pink explosions
Poems of madness
And poems of deep sadness.
Poems filled with fields
Of blood and cold steel machines.
O poems that probe
The earth, the sea and the skies
For lost fragments of
Truth, grace, beauty and meaning
In a grey world that
Has forgotten how to dream!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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