White 白

White

It's the coldest of seasons,

The bite you had,

The purity of our hearts,

Or just the opposite of black.

The color of wholemeal bread,

The clouds above us,

The pigeons in the park,

The rice we consume.

The color of angels,

Full cream milk cholocates,

The doves of peace,

The light we see.

A poem for my dear Gweng, so white so white. Have a white day everyone!