White walls, white walls
So dull and so simple
A vanilla painted canvas bleached before me
Surrounded by intense ashen matter
For everything is colorless, until i dream up a glow
I write shades and hues
I write tinge and value
Feelings take form, and I slather words upon
A snowy, virgin paper
For this, is my greatest pleasure
Love how you gave the reader a glimpse into the thoughts of how your writer's mind works! Nice job!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I looove it! it is the script for poetry it was a nice drunk poem! inspiring! classic!