Living on a silver planet,
Dreaming in greens and blues,
Sprawling on a violet pillow,
His black and white world is gone, vanished in the myriad of hues.
In his mind, he sees the red of the battlefield,
The white of his comrade's face,
The forest green of his nation's tattered flag,
The orange of the sun setting behind the base.
Yes, this soldier's world is no longer black and white-
Now the grey gravestone reads, 'A hero in his own right.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I agree with Jamie, this one is awesome! Loved how you played with colours and talked about them through a soldiers pov Preets