White Touch
On White crimson tide
A hollow form to time
Tied to a note of labels
Tonight brought food
Inches of deep cold borrows
Hid a feeling
Lonely to white sunlight
She drove the edge
Lurking away the pain
Love has somehow covered
Deep in maroon marrow
Rested by the main
Another form to sight
Along angelic caves
The subtle youth of heartening
Again tore the page
In certain elements of peace
Copyright © Nisreen Aa | Year Posted 2016
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