Colors Of Thought

The unwritten white paper

Holds infinite characters,

Overflowing colors from

The dry bristles of a paintbrush,

I started joining the characters

Now colorless characters

Dressed them-self with colors

Oh! is it the color of the word?

I started offering

Words revised its color

Perhaps color of the phase?

I finished and threw away

It started glittering,

In different colors

In the sight of different eyes!

Oh! is it the color of the thoughts?

Yes it is!

The unwritten white paper

Holds infinite characters,

Written white paper

Holds the infinite colors.