White walls, white walls <br />So dull and so simple <br />A vanilla painted canvas bleached before me <br />Surrounded by intense ashen matter <br />For everything is colorless, until i dream up a glow <br />I write shades and hues <br />I write tinge and value <br />Feelings take form, and I slather words upon <br />A snowy, virgin paper <br />For this, is my greatest pleasure<br /><br />Christian Hudak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/script-3/
