Cast away in the recesses
The mind lives on in colourful dreams
That even the Watch Tower Society captured so beautifully
Dreams have colours
The Catholic Church captured them
In screams of pain and sorrow in hell fire
Indeed dreams have colours
For to that they don't have to say a word
Yet their voices are audible to all who care to listen
Dreams are colourful motion pictures
Therein the past is explained
For those who don't have them, the future is but blank.
PHILLIP NINE MAFUNGA
5 February 2023
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem