Maria Pawlikowska-Jasnorzewska


Here is purple - a tree's shadow walking the gravel path,
the purple linking the red and the sapphire in love. -
There - the pinkish bark and the joyous green of birches,
and in the flitting dress of the green - the skies' blue circles.
But within me the white, white, white dwells monotonously -
because in me I carry the hues' focused mystery. -
Within the white of my whiteness oh how I suffer so -
I want to be a hue - who will smash me into rainbow?

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Maria Pawlikowska-Jasnorzewska