White is light thru morning glass

White is glimpsed motion on yonder grass

White is your smile transfixed on me

White is rolling fog billowing from the sea

White is sand on isthmus stretched far

White is a sticky fingered ice cream bar

White is flutter unified flight

White is a flurry on a blustery winter’s night

White are all these and these are all white

White is the color when I’m feeling quite right

D. Aldo


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