White, slightly blinding yet pleasant
studded with blots of darker things,
manmade and nature in a pattern
devoid of system, yet creating a whole
contrasted and symmetric in its erratic elegance
Pale blobs upon black spaces
arrogant nobs with pale faces
kindly women and angry men
always seem to come again
streaming forth wave upon another
chattering away, it's all a bother
to bee seen, heard or felt
sensed, ignored and enjoyed
learning slowly to play along
while you hear another song
sobs afar and laughter near
could you kindly kill the fear?
Clouds meet the earth
in a cascade of white,
hidden by the hearth
yet robbed of light
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