A White Crow On Black Snow Poem by soren Barrett

A white crow on black snow, what eyes don't know
masking smile's, disguise a hungry child's eyes
A rose without a thorn, seeing praise without scorn
reassuring words, not underlying sighs

Journey or destination, which breeds satiation?
Tears gloss over loss of all one once possessed
Paradigm's shift, will one lift into creation
Not mad, sad or glad sensitivity the quest

Senses dulled, perceptions culled
form biased interpretations
We see, what we want it to be
overlooking important variations