I've sold my misery
To the green-eyed boy
Next door
Intriguing as he was
He too was looking
For desolation
I happened to have
A redundance of it
As he with elation
We met at night
While the world was asleep
I traded my misery
For his happiness
Now his green eyes
Have turned grey
While mine
Have stayed achromic
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Without color with a trade of a shade of emotion. Neat poem. Had to look up achromic I didn't know what it meant at first. Well worded.