White is blankness, a blizzard of snow, The feeling of amnesia, not knowing where to go. White is hunger, a plate with nothing there, White is the smell of a breath of fresh air. White makes me feel forgetful and plain, White is silence so quiet no one can obtain. White is the Himalayas with snow as white as a page, White is a polar bear trapped in a cage. White is naiveness, a small innocent child, It's not the least bit colorful, and not a trife wild. White is the color of nothing, the color of an empty head, If you want something more colorful, try something more like red.
Reason for writing:
This is a 6th grade poem, so, for all you critics out there,
go easy on me, please.
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