White : the Colour of Pride
White is a colour which keeps us alive,
yellow in it, creates the entire beehive,
blue in it, changes the air wide,
it is a colour, ever seen by the people – blind.
White is a colour, that creates brightness,
without brightness, every colours seems odorless,
it enlightens, the great Antarctica,
providing it a unique land, alighting it from rest of Eurasia.
White is a colour, which gave us life,
from the time of wars, saved us from a mingle knife,
it is a colour, resembled in most flags,
saving the colour red, which were counted in plenty bags.
I salute the colour, not for its simple phase,
for it made it made me literate, stopping all from the big chase,
make the life a simple like the white snow,
enlightens it from the rest of the world and, just let me know!
“IT’S ALL ABOUT A CHASE AND COMPETITION.”
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