White, like the snow that falls on winter nights
with a texture that's found in summer clouds.
A longing to reach out and touch
sustained by these wondering eyes.
On blue, like the cold ocean shows
there lay splats of creations of white,
and inside there's more to be seen
more blue, but this-
this is the blue of the day's eve.
As eyes wonder,
here,
there,
here,
and further,
creations make shadows of blue, not grey.
Like leaves from trees on autumn days and nights
they seem to dance happily with grace, throughout.
Splats of white color on a blue canvas lay
are shaped like maple leaves that have been stretched.
This canvas that shows all this and more
is nothing else than a blanket that lays on this floor. ©
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Submission Name: Splat
