What colour is my poem
Is it black or blue?
I asked someone once
They said to ask you
So im asking you now
So I can know
What colour my poem is
Before the wind should blow
Cause if the wind blows
And it turns to night
How will I know?
If the colours right
It’s to dark to see
On this cold winters night
I may never know the colour
Of the poem that I write
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sounds like one color is missing