MY COLOUR


The colour of my pain,
Of the anxiety and isolation,
It is in this magic rose…
It is the colour of my love,
The colour of my passion:
A purple-blue colour…

It could be red.
It could nor have colour
Or to have an illusion colour
But I am gotten passionate
With all the fervour
That I have in the heart…

A myth, a fascination,
In my garden of suffering,
My purple-blue rose
It is in my thought
Even so I don’t want,
I will be fond of it…


18.01.06