Verse:

I saw these paints

That you tried to show me

I saw these days

But I should have listened to

But all these colors

Were not mixed here

Your mind is a palette

You didn’t know what to do

You can not know what to do

My view is invariable

Full of darkness

My eyes swallowed

The whole range of colors

This is not despair

And not madness

Only understanding

No sorrows