MILK

Glorious whiteness…

The whiteness which is felt

From so far away

Even though it’s unable to be seen

The whiteness that

Brings the mind to the

Peak of art

And then seals it

A pure white rainbow

For my soul that belongs to black

White is one, not seven

If you add

One drop of black to white

White is white no more

Isn’t black the same?

It can’t stand a single drop of white

Even though the existance of rainbow

I’m still black

Perfect whiteness…

When it’s near my black

Black is darker

White is lighter

With this pure white beauty of yours

I’ve found you in milk

I have no other choice

I might be a funny being

For the ones who can’t see

The divinity of milk

But every being except me

Have grown up with milk

And I’ve grown up with this and that…

One piece of me is always missing

But the time I find you

I’ll be more than one

I’m trying to taste the milk

But I can’t

Are you turning sugar into poison?

Or, am I too scared to touch?

Maybe because you’ll get stained

I’ve told you, remember?

When our pureness doesn’t get blurred

When we blend into each other

I will grow

We will grow

Being the most childish grown-ups

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Glorious whiteness!

My dream, my reality

My deception, my awakening

The whiteness which makes me

Fall in love with dilemmas

The whiteness I avoided as a baby

Just to long for today

The whiteness who seals the mind

At the peak of art!