They say you don't have a smell
but I feel it in the air
your pure drops
your sound of falling
your dance with the sun
water,
water...
They say you don't have a color
but you do, you just do not have one in particular
you are yellow when sun shines
a grey one when It rains
a red one when you're dead in blood
a blue one when you become the sky's mirror
and you become me, when I look down
when I tremble your silence
your wavery dance
I smell you,
I taste you,
colorful water
I am you!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great perspectve expressed in melodious verses. Good poem