to some extent
where there are no flowers
when the sun
is beclouded
to survive you learn to
paint
combine colors with light
mix them with
your thoughts
until you create your own world
you remember a boy
abandoned by mother and taken
in a very strange place
away from his friends
sitting in a nook playing
with the new sounds of
silence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem