White Darkness
White Darkness
Here is a world where time stands still
And days are countless, years unreal.
Here is a world of snow and whiteness
Where nothing grows and things are forever.
I look upon a thick white sheet
That neither thickens or thins away.
The air is cold, yet it does not freeze
Ice won’t melt or carry over.
Walk as I may the blanket, no way is clear
The white world is round like your own.
Yet is has no seasons or reason to change
No escape I know of for now.
So things are dark and things are bright
Who said to be blind was sight dimmed?
The whiteness of a world like this
Leaves me breathless, still and done for.
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