By Devon Sanchez - Foreman White on White
Where have you gone to, little one? Your eyes fill white with haze Like curtains hiding who you are What remains is not the same. Do you still speak while deep in dreams? Your silence is much too loud A voice has gone, been locked away What remains is not the same. Do you reside behind eyes of white? I search without resolve That presence felt feels far away What remains is Not the same. Winter frost sheds way to life Clouds break, let loose the sun Blank paper lives by child’s brush (Eyes shroud in white unchanged)
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