white
the sound of pure,
impeccable, unaltered
motion, of the waves
that come and leave
your wide ocean
the patient and steady
stones of your innocence
leading me to believe
our time exists now
resting, sleeping inside
the dream you enfold
in your bosom
dancing, speaking
to my hopes and longing
for the unaltered,
impeccable, pure
sound of
white.
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