Kategori: Dikter
Purple blue room
It was a simple question
wich got a thrilling reply.
A new door had opened.
Would we dare to try?
An empty room
with a tempting light,
would we enter and paint it,
or would it forever stay white?
At first it didn´t matter
of wich colour the walls were in.
We just enjoyed each others company,
without really knowing quite what it could bring.
But after a few days
inside this lovely room,
you felt a need of renewal,
to subdue the increasing gloom.
So, with one half for me
and the other for you,
mine turned out purple
but your got blue.
It was a dreadful clash,
an unpleasent sight.
We had to make it better
so we turned it back to white.
An odd suspense
is now what´s left behind.
Will the coulors still be visible
or impossible to find?
Time has got the answer,
time will dry the paint,
time will reveal the destiny
of wich our lifes were made.
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