Red. The colour of love, anger and me.
Red is life. Blood.
Alone I spent my last breath.
Alone in red
The color of sunrise and set.
The love for things and for man.
The love for--you
But the love is now gone-lost in the wilderness
The fire has burnt
The fire still scorches
My heart now on fire
The lost of desire
When I see the sunrise I think of you
But when the sunset arrives
I see how darkness will soon arrive
And your face lost to the desserts
I wish time would stop and allow me to live in red
And never let darkness overtake
Macbeth was a man mind till.
His wife and three witches fill
His mind now left empty
And the end lain.
In darkness a sea of red.
My red now white
My sight has died
Blinded. But still able to see
Descend now lover.
Live around and protect.
Now surround and follow the track.
For your pleas have been heard.
A smile and a tear
Ended the days of thy.
Or did it?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem