White corridors to my right and left,
An explosion of colours from within me.
White snow frozen beneath my feet,
Northern lights from the corner of my eye I see.
The white gown for the awaited day,
The blues struck her as she curled up in the corner.
White paper floating in the wind,
Onlookers gazed at the broken glass window on the 50th floor, pale, anxious.
A white car was towed away,
Away from the red pools it created.
White clouds up above,
Green with jealousy, purple with hate, crimson with anger,
And a multitude of emotions dawdled below.