White
White.
What is such a pure color?
Might it be a dove, soaring the skies?
Free, away from the arguments of the world
Is it as pure as love?
The feeling of bliss?
Or the clouds up in heaven
Sweet smells of jasmines
Blooming in a garden
Scents drifting away in the cool air
Would it be the sky at dawn?
Embroidered with fog?
Or snowflakes falling gently from the sky.
Sweet sugar icing, upon a cake.
Is it that?
Seven colors.
To form only one.
White is a mystery.
I do wonder,
Why?
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