The emptyness of nothing
clouds soaring high
As clean as a white t-shirt should be
teeth being washed
Lonely with nothing to do
A polar bear walking in the snow
standing still
Foot prints that are not there
The stripes on the flag
computer paper filled with blankness
The pages in a book that has no words
white is the soothing smell that seems to never smell
winter waiting to happen
Brand new shoes
Dead with no color
Rides on top of vanilla
tip of a feather with no sign of ink
The back ground if most clocks
Playing on the top of your socks
The color with no color
Saturday, February 28, 2009
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