I use the colors to recompose your image
While enclosing to open the space alternatively
With relevance and traceability....
I'm like a painter seeking her own color,
Or like a singer seeking her own voice,
Or like a philosopher seeking her own self...
Neither like, nor unlike a painting, is this color
A new dream between ultraviolet and infrared?
Neither like, nor unlike a song, is this color
A pulse of an upbeat dance groove?
Neither like, nor unlike a philosophical idea, is this color
A fusion of the individualities between
The human beings and The Lord?
I see you in that color.
‘Tis like you place yourself directly in front of my sight,
And there is only me to see you.
You sit there, in the color without any name.
You're my eternity.
I defeat my dream as I defeat an illusion,
And I receive the reality of light...
I close my eyes, and I feel its warmth.
I feel a shiver running up my spine,
And I feel the healing rays enlightening my spirit.
It's so peaceful and overgrown with trees
Like seeing a beautiful picture of the woman
And the nature being in harmony...
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem