2011-05-11

White

White, white, It’s
a spark in the wind. It’s
a shell of an egg. It’s
a cloud in the sky. It’s
the hot sun in the middle of the desert. It’s
a new baseball. It’s
a piece of paper that has a poem on it.

1 comment:

  1. I love your formatting choice and your ending is a nice twist.

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