White.. white is pure and serene, freeing from the comwebs of the mind,
White is calm from the inside you float on the cloud of pureness.
But white is also deceiving, confusing the minds core into a infinite mold of creation,
It spins the world through a peaceful gesture and symbolizes cleanness,
Its the colour of my soul and is the opposite of the colour of coal,
White blinds the eyes and has no room for lies,
Once written on it it forever remains.
It unlocks the world into dimensions unknown to humans and is how the lord above washes sins.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem