March 24, 2014 by Benjamin Thomas
If I were crayon,
What would I be?
Perhaps a soft white
Swan of purity.
Soft as pleasing light.
Soft as feathers suave.
Soft as white, white, white.
Posted in Poetic Bloomings, Uncategorized | Tagged color white, poetry, purity, swan | 1 Comment
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