Pure White

Pure White short poem

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Pure white I cannot fathom
the multi-hues you hide within yourself

On a baby swathed in white
you take on the colour of innocence and joy

On a pious man
you are coloured with selflessness

On a doctor you take on the colour
of efficiency, confidence and dedication

On a nurse
You are service in person

A widow’s clothes tint you with
sadness and helplessness

A post mortemed body in white
wringes pain in the heart

Who are the real YOU
seven colours?
But I see many many more

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J.rid
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Oh I liked this poem very much, the coat of many colours WHITE! yes I think we all hide behind coats at times.

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