Tonight,
I want to write,
A poem that's all white,
No colors,
Just plain White,
The purity of flight,
The purity of sight,
The purity of height,
Eternal Snows,
Mountain white.
White peace,
White light,
White Dove,
Olive branch,
Of Love.
Upon a crystal lake,
A Swan starts to awake,
It's whiteness gently glides,
Like tears from saddened eyes,
A foggy, white wind blows,
The Swan, white beauty flows.
You are my dream in White,
Symphonic, great delight,
My Life that will take flight,
All Love was born tonight.
beautiful, imaginative and creative you are a good writter, Sandra thanks for sharing
Upon a crystal lake, A Swan starts to awake, It's whiteness gently glides, Like tears from saddened eyes, So beautiful a metaphor! Sandra, you are just like the white swan yourself!
Beautiful and very novel Sandra - an inspired and imaginative write from your beautiful pen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a beautiful symphony you have created