Ethereal White
I am
The fragrance of an alabaster rose
Its serene scent
Quietly drifting through your nose
Cooling your mind with its creamy aroma
I am
The silvery hint of a heavenly dessert
Foam melting in your mouth
Slipping and sliding across your tongue
And marble strolling down your throat
I am
The humming of pearly silence
Muffled atmosphere of slowly tumbling snow
Only a breath is heard here
Or a whisper in your ears
I am
The caress of silk beneath your fingertips
Gliding along your nerves
Swathed in the unselfish ivory cloth
Smooting the wrinkles across your brow
I am
The vision of an infant babe
Its milky face like clouds
Utterly hopeful, pure, alive
A treasure of infinity
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