Mon, 02/09/2015 - 20:34 -- bneary



Is a color

The hue of purity

That blankets a christened baby,

And mingles with Winter’s frost.

It is a silent, solitary moon.

It is the lone whisper in a dark night,

That dances on frozen skin

And enrobes a vulnerable eye.

The bleach of perfection

Is the color


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