White
I am the alabaster moon hanging low upon the snow tipped mountains
I am the pearl laced purity of a Winter day of ivory fashion
I am the melocholy melodies of a crystalline canvas pleading to a virgin rose of love
I am the light of a new day placed upon the blank page of the purest inspiration
I am a shooting star in the foreground of the endless galaxy of dream
Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2025
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