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Click hereSnowblinded, I confess that I was lost,
in this harsh land of sharp and hostile light.
My cold confusion, it would dearly cost,
I found no welcome in this world of white.
I tried to speak my piece, but none would hear,
my words ignored, despised; my darkness shunned.
Exotic, they called me, with (lust and) fear,
surrounded by them, outnumbered, outgunned.
A Herald spoke, he said beware the strange,
the wicked rhythms from dark distant lands.
These sinful words in meter mis-arranged,
this verse and those who speak it must be banned.
Their hateful banners now have been unfurled,
their whitewashed walls defend their whitewashed world.
This is evocative and perfect. I can feel the betrayal and feel the sense of injustice, of being wronged.
Let's wish for a different climate change
cause, as I know, there under the snow
lies something so wonderfully strange
in the dark below that wants to show.
The sleeping beauty of so much more
all the wonderful contrasts to the pale
the complementing pieces to reach for
imagine ale without the dark, so stale!
For all the colorful soils we were born to
the shores of blue, green, black, and red
rich as the ingredients in a mixed stew
is it really monotony we like to be fed?
My ears yearn for the eclectic sapidity
of your words' smelting pellucidity.
In the coldest winter there are warm spots you can retreat to. In the night, there is no black and white, until the warm sun rises and shines on us all, revealing what has been banned in a futile attempt. Dont fear the reaper the web is a keeper...