Outer space is a scary place.
Time travel is an endless race.
Pubs and clubs on the corner street.
Smoking and drinking in the cheap hotel suite.
Shades and shadows cover up
The mistakes stirred in a teacup.
Coal and charcoal color in
The mistakes shaking within.
Storms and thunderstorms destroy
The mistakes we think are a decoy.
Set in shards of shattered onyx,
The mistakes we keep away from critics.
With every mistake, we brought about an outbreak.
With each conclusion, began another mistake.
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Colornnets
PoetryColor+Sonnets=Colornnets Color is not all about image. Color has a feeling. Color is alive. Read about the life of colors.
