White is a new start blank and free
White is undiscovered
White taste like under-cooked rice with a little bit of spice
White is the cat that sits in the window of a young widow
White is music unseen and unheard, but if you listen closely you can hear the melody so soft yet sincere, kind and gentle like a baby's little finger
White feels like glass you have to be gentle or you'll break it
White is the feeling you get when your falling through the sky
White is the sugar she pours into her tea as she stares at the sea.
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poems.
Poetrythese are some poems that i made for fun it takes some time to think up poems because you really have to think.
