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Thought Provoking Poem About The Color White

I wrote this poem around midnight when I couldn't sleep. As my thoughts wandered, I was curious to find a way to describe a color without using the actual color. Everywhere around you, you are reminded of the colors you learned from the labels of crayons but nothing else. There is so much more beyond the appearance of the common colors, and it's breathtaking to discover.

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Published: October 2016

White.
A color, a skin, an open thought.
It's the color of a blank canvas in an art gallery.
It's the empty space between the lines on a page.
It's the music sheets without notes during a performance.
It's the empty space that fills our lives.
With it, we are filled and left without limits.
Without it, we are lost in the never ending void of oblivion.
It begins as a pure substance and can easily be tarnished.
White, the beginning of every ending, middle, and start.

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  • Arun S. Raj by Arun S. Raj, BANGALORE, KARNATAKA, INDIA
  • 2 years ago

I felt something new, something fresh, something serious, something with deep meaning. It is not ordinary writing, though it looks simple.

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