Color me white with hope Nothing pure, The left-over spots that peak Through foliage Of greens, browns, and oranges I’m the sparkle, That glistens off the icy edges, Where snow prints Mark my passage. Or the cloud puff In a blue sky Soft and billowy As the wind stretches my marks. I’m the new beginning on a sheet of paper, Not touched by regrets. I’m friendly with gray, A mingling with black. I’m the start, the in-between, And the perpetual Steam that rises from warmed hearts. I’m the absence of dark, the presence of love A chameleon Of promise.
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