When the world feels abstract,
And understanding hard to come by,
I try to relax,
Focusing on life’s colors
Resonating inside.
Sometimes it doesn’t work,
So I close my eyes,
To silently gaze at black.
In time,
The colors come back.
They always do.
The original language of this site is English. Please note that translators impact the meaning of the poems.
When the world feels abstract,
And understanding hard to come by,
I try to relax,
Focusing on life’s colors
Resonating inside.
Sometimes it doesn’t work,
So I close my eyes,
To silently gaze at black.
In time,
The colors come back.
They always do.