Wind on my smile
As the trees flicker by
In shades of pine and poplar
Life's rich dyes.Paint my world in swirls
Of joy and sorrow
But I am white inside
The hues are all borrowed.I am white as snow
Blinding as the starlight
I am just as cold, but
Look warm on unreachable heights.Wind on the willows
As the vines chime like bells
I am white as the clouds in Heaven
Yet I remind myself of Hell.
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Coffee Stains
Historia CortaSwirling spoon in steaming drink Ripples the secret thoughts I think Streaming tears and long felt pains So much in my coffee stains