Dusks Palette
Dusks Palette The dusk was my soft canvas. My dream of a masterpiece hung. I brush the night spectrum Brilliant colours subtly fade to misty grey, Slowly lost in the gallery of change. ~~~ Sign in to see full entry.
merkie: Dusks Palette
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Trapped in lif'es surreal sleep Intimated by conscience, I weep Among the ashes of my childhood. Perhaps I understood .
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