White is soothing when
there's an angel singing
and you can't walk away.
White is sweet.
White is the heavens and light.
White is creamy.
White is soft.
White is what calms your soul.
The sound of White is like a violin playing beautifully.
But, why is White so special?
The angels sing in their suites of White.
The sweetness of Cool Whip is White.
The bright White light is blinding your perfect eyes.
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I find that black is the colour that warms my soul. I personally find white cold hard and soulless. But I find beauty in your descriptions. Clair