My words were cut into pieces the day I met the White color,
Not for any other reason ,
For I was overwhelmed by its beauty,
All those beautiful lines,
Perfectly matched with the brown in its head ,
I call it Nur,
Cuz its face shines from the very first day seen in this huge world of poems,
Eyes and words ,
Those words softer than you can ever listen to.
My words were trembling that day,
Enough scared if the heart will recite the wrong poem,
Rarely seen and known.