The White Field

My mother said that the wheat field is white and beautiful but I see its birds; they are black. Yes, the wheat spikes have come from the Far East in a white night and had seeded all this glory in our dreams but when I go to our field I don't find white butterflies and all our white colors have traveled toward the gulf. Now you can understand my lost white feelings and you can see all the black colors which cover my smiles.

White Things

They said: we know everything even the white roses. Yes; your rights are reserved but we know the white places, the white words, and other more hidden white things. We work hard to save our white world, so we know everything about you even the dark side in...

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