White

by Matthew   May 13, 2008


White

It is of calla lilies
And hydrangea,
Sugar, and the snow
Concealing the moon
As it descends
The heavens,
White is the omega,
It would be
A life devoid of hope
Without it,
It is your grace,
And the way I feel as I dream,
It is spring,
And your smile
Given to the world

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  • 12 years ago

    by No one

    Beautiful =]