White
What you see when you don't break
the egg shell with haste.
An empty space that you see
when your soul is between
life and death.
Winter at its best.
Wedding dresses, cakes
and flowers.
A blank page gazing back at you,
when you are invoking the spirits
of muses.
Walls in a Catholic school or hospital.
It gives you sweet memories
of anything dairy.
It keeps us bright!
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