A White Like I Have Never Seen Before
Rising straight over the horizon, I swam over the white orbit, almost sparkling through the star lights. Reflecting the moon’s smile, it was whiter than the brilliance of dawn. I navigated in its pure splendidness, contemplating the attractive vision. In the April night, I read nature’s landscape, and asked myself if there was something more unique than the white flower. Since that delightful night, I realized that nothing else competes with this white colour. Nothing compares to its clean gleam of flooded streams, flourishing in an open page of my universe.