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White

White

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White


My work on my favorite hue. I am in love with you, o’ color white. Deep, pure and meaningful, you have so many portrayals. Here’s your significance to me.


Takes long to decipher in this world what really is the depth to the word innocence-time, speed, chase, the race-all seem to defy its innate existence. Easy to lose, fast to expect, it is a desire of a different mind, yes of a different kind.


What do I mean when I say you don a complexion that charms me?

What do I mean when I fall for it without having to try?

Is there more to the color you carry?

Is there more to the untiring high?


White. It clouds the novice sky.

White. The snow melts it slow and shy.

White. It captures a beautiful smile.

White. The seeking bride on the aisle.

White. It is the peace that doesn't complain.

White. The rare peacock dancing in the rain.

White. It chills the winter warmth.

White. The cotton in big lush farms.

White. It is how spring embraces mystery.

White. The special leaf of the poplar tree.

White. It splashes like foam on the shore.

White. The oyster and its appealing pearl core.

White. It is so vanilla sweet.

White. The cow's giving treat.

White. It is simplicity in all small forms.

White. The canvas that an artist adorns.

White. It is the scented lilies that bloom.

White. The illuminance of a midnight moon.

White. It is the rice of an early harvest.

White. The pride of a farmer's market.

White. It is the style of the bookish and such.

White. The feather pen and its quaint touch.

White. It is a rose bud dipped in scar.

White. The dew drops that kiss from far.

White. It is how the angels wear a surprise.

White. The mystic hue just before the sunrise.

White. It is the blend of power and soft.

White. The pillar standing when you're lost.

White. It is the flight of a radiant dove.

White. The enduring glow of true love.

White. It defines the clarity you seek.

White. The eyes that make you believe.

White. It is the mind to a writer's console.

White. The paper that carves his divine soul.

White. It is you; serene and so pure.

White. The reason that makes me want you more.


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