the colour of the sky
the depth of the sea
the red of blood
the race of speech
the cards of wisdom
the trick of the hand
the darkness of the mind
the rain of steel
the silk of love
the look of zero
the sense of passion
the fruit of assets
the face of a humans heart
the soul of a child
the movement of fear
the lines of bruises
the skin covered by hate
my hand in the hand of a stranger
the arm of a friend
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You can feel the abuse in the lines, ' the line of bruises, the skin covered by hate'. An excellent yet painful read.