this world is a whitewashed place
with no corners, no curves
just endless void of colour
for time unsummed
but then
a glimmer,
is that a spot of darkness?
a punctuation upon the snowbound plain?
a figure…
no
it’s only
the hope to which I cling
a mirage that tells me eternally
don’t give up
Linda G. Hill 
I really like that 🙂
Thank you, Joey. 🙂
Very cool!
Thanks, Jeanne. 🙂
Creates a nice oasis.
Thank you. 🙂