White as an snowflakes or maybe a snow cone.

white is very plain, Simple as it can be.

White clears minds, As deeply as I think.

I shut my eye, Breath softly.

Ears wide open to soft music,

The bird chirp and sings

As I picture me on a photo shoot with an blank screen.

White come and ease my mind, Rest my body and soul.

As I look at white, I begins to smell clean linen.

Rushing pass my silky skin. Blooming away trying to come back again.