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.
Thought Provoking Poem About The Color White
I felt something new, something fresh, something serious, something with deep meaning. It is not ordinary writing, though it looks simple.
Published: October 2016