White, the colour of innocence
Drained of colour
Pure and virginal
Like paper, blanc for writing down a new story
Clouds, soft and sensitive just as you are
Sheets, I want to lay in with you
A white pony, I want to ride with you
Or Tipp-Ex, to erase our flaws
Just like ghosts, because sometimes we prefer to be invisible.
Poem by Maaijke Middelbeek
Photo by Leonie Zijlstra
