White cotton below my feet, a white sheet over my head
Dripping with wet white fur, oh so nice and distracting
'Tis a white country tonight, with shimmering roads,
Illuminated trees, and the sky pouring and so giving
The radiance blinds me for a second, devouring with it
The gloom and morose I had within; the shimmer drips
All over my disillusioned self, taking over me
Along with the white without, within me a sparkle comes
3 comments:
thnx 4 the oh-so-nice poetic post...luvd reading it ;)
manu
I think I have grown up. I understand your poetry now. Good one Didz.
why it??? so white illuminates.........white is purest and mysterical...amazing!!
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