WHITE
the moment after you die
the darkness is overpowered
like a blink, WHITE.
the lace trim that glides behind
as a bride strides her way down
flowing effortlessly, WHITE.
the weight upon new day branches
after the evening snow falls
stacked like sand castles, WHITE.
the longing gaze of a baby
eyes turned off to present
in another place, WHITE.
500 reels stacked in each slot
warmed by the mechanics
just an everyday image, WHITE.
pitch black forest night
stars blocked by the umbrellas of nature
stalking predators eyes, WHITE.
muy bueno. might be one of my favorites ever.
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