mortalized in the colors of the artist's palette...
our testimonies, our re-interpreted deeds... 
contrasting hues
 sing our green melodies, 
 depict our purpled footsteps...
washed now by a light 
we may have thought to follow...to pursue..
as this fresco fades...
restoration may bring revision, 
 employ a different spectrum..
.... with glints of the original adulterating the newer truths....                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem