(About white)
White is clear
no need to fear
white is an angle from,above
it’s not red but it is the color that I love
white is the delicate snow of the winter
the color of white makes me flintter
white pad of fluffy snow
will wrest my head like a pillow
white is the clouds that makes shapes in the sky
on the white ground is where I lie
you may think that white is blank
but that’s not true I must be frank
white is settling
it’s as pretty as a flare…
…white is everywhere
-Ariana
Dear Ariana,
I like your poem, because it rhymes. Do you like to rhyme anyways ? 😐
From ,Theo