No sunset remained,
so white walls turned gray;
it's expired,
extinct,
cold.
Prison bars
confining the sky;
humanity pollutes,
and still nature pays ~
dismal senses.
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Poetry❝A collection of 25-word picturesque poems inspired by a rainbow of Crayola colors.❞ [Highest #258 in Poetry ~ 3.Apr.18]
