Laundry day can make my soul sing
I am unusually grateful for everyday things
The sunlight drenched white sheet, upon the washing line
Silver gold and white flashes in my eyes, an optical illusion?
It could be a magical cloak, Or a pair of angel wings
Who knows? The have been sightings of stranger things
Golden Platinum White
The light in my eyes so bright
I can smell this colour has a sweet perfume
I can hear its light in a darkened room
All of my senses infused, with golden platinum white light
You are my colour divine
You are still there when I close my eyes.
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