Strange is this world inside me
when leaves turn it green
or it gets blond like silk
from children’s hair and birds’ wings.
Strange is this world inside me
when everything turns yellow and becomes rosy.
Beside me, many colors dwell.
Beside me, the world even turns gray sometimes,
Or it gets dark and gloomy.
It’s good because there exists
A few nicer colors of mine.
As well as some smile, sunny and shy.
And wind as silent as breath.
So that, when everything numbs,
And when everything withers,
When the world around me looks somber,
A thousand fireworks of some colorful
And more beautiful world live inside me.
I sometimes wish to share
My rosiness with the entire city,
And my white with yellow grass,
And my yellow with blue night,
And my blue with dreamy river…
The only thing I keep is the green
For some eyes that aren’t mine,
But all other eyes and other colors
Grow out of them,
Have been growing since a long time ago.
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