Shaleen Rakesh Poetry
Shaleen Rakesh Poetry
Friday, April 26, 2013
White
In the middle of the orange
there was yellow
In the middle of the yellow
there was white
a white so pure
that it stands out
and it stands up
in a way
that you can't strike it
like you do
a man with your fist.
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