I wrote this one for a scholorship- and then never submitted it.
The sunlight pouring
in through the windows
is cold and white.
The coffee in my
pale green mug
is cold and creamy.
The book balanced on
my bare white knees
is worn and grey.
The lilac sprouting
from the ceramic pot
is raining purple blossoms.
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