White Landscape
The white
Hills and
Valleys,
All the
Grooves and
Notches,
Are spread
Clear
Before
Your eye.
The same white all
Around you.
Then a
Brown river
Falls from the
Sky.
And becomes
White,
Tan,
Black,
Brown,
Crème,
And most of all
Diverse.
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