Whites Poem by Vera Sidhwa
Whites
I saw a bunny tail so white.
The deer's tail also white.
I couldn't say be me,
How white something can be.
I ran my kite over frothy white surf.
And I played with the white hats that came with my surf.
White swirled in my mocha galore,
And white landed creamy in my tea I drank near this shore.
White. God's way of reflecting all the colors of the rainbow.
I find white where ever I go.
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