White
Good bye it says with a mute prayer
as I close the door, it’s white
It quietly whispers from the walls
words of wisdom
Hush it puts me to sleep
the last thing I see
before I close my eyes… the ceiling,
Its virginity urges me to put my pen to paper
and the spaces amid words form poems.
Its rival, black… sinful, gloomy, self-centered
but white is unpretentious…
ubiquitous in absence of colour
yet willingly gives in
when hues want to enter.
Date:2/1/2014
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