A White Wall
to look through it,
is so wrong,
to find a place in front of it,
as if that's where you belong,
but to paint a water rainbow,
to clean the rest away,
is seeing the colors of the light,
when you look at white this way..
Copyright © Jezabella Singe | Year Posted 2012
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