The white scarf
The heavenly scarf flies around me, lighter than the sun.
Whiter than an angel's robes.
More pure than God.
A new Mona Lisa.
The black scarf
The scarf whirls around me.
Darker than the night sky.
A pitch black master piece.
The cold fears this beast.
It´s never ending darkness, mesmerises with a single gaze.
