White
The source of all colours
A pigment of tranquility
An emblem of purity
A worth of honours.
Think white, think holiness
The sparkling face of innocence
The truth flourishes in the beauty of white
The awe of every beholding sight.
The colour of God
The light of the sky
The sun, the moon and the stars up high
Shed white against the darkness's odd.
The ray of hope
The colour of my inspiration
Plain, pure, clean of which I can cope
Adorned with esteemed admiration.
Copyright © Goodness Lanre | Year Posted 2013
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