Monday, March 5, 2012

White Light

Snowflakes falling gently dissolving on black cement,
frost covered windows seem to show views of different worlds,
The pillowy blanket of snow enfolding the earth in it's frigid embrace,
one can almost seem to be dancing in the clouds on such a day,
light filters through the gray clouds and blinds from it's reflection,

White the color so pure is all colors mixed in one.
Therefore white is impure, imperfect.
White throws all light back at you.
White is resistant to change.
Black welcomes the light and invites it inside,
Black lets the light warm it entirely.
Black absorbs all, soaks it in.

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