Are you blue or yellow?
Red, green or white.
Would you bear arms gainst my demons?
Long into the night?
Or what's your endurance?
Intentions? Dear sir...
My heart is a fury
Causes lines to be blurred
Do you see dark spirits?
Are you strong, bold and tough?
Are you f'raid of the shadows?
Do you fight with the dust?
For I held on long
And settled my scores
Opened up windows
When I only saw closing doors
The past. Is just that.
The future beholds
The treasures of magic
In two souls unknown...
N. S. D
It's a shame when the future is just the past relived. A continuous loop of non-link breaking thoughts. But Tis Possible
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very simple but impressive poem. Thanks