I am the moment you were born
I am your winter
and I will wait for you
to paint me
I lie here untouched
not as pure as you may think
so empty I am
but yet you piously place
me on your pedestals
bleached, blank and bloodless
you walk by my waxen skin
uninspired but
I am your thoughts, unwritten
the surrender to your pain
a place for your tears to land
and shadows to dance
I am every snowflake fallen
leaving no trace of my existence
I am the moment you were born
I am your winter
and I will wait for you
to paint me
For Poetics at dVerse Poets Pub.
Join us as we are write from the perspective of a color.
I am your host and excited to see a rainbow of poetry.
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