The Death of Color
Is such a thing possible? I contemplate,
this is just a beginning and not an ending,
it can change and like all things, there are
endings and beginnings, the circle we call life
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Nuclear Blast
The fluorescent blue green light of the towers
reflect the inner sanctum of our society
after a nuclear holocaust
Our world is now enclosed inside glass towers
Mother earth is unknown to the children
without fathers or mothers
They are the future and the past mixed
without any sense of the beauty of nature
only the museums show the artistic view of earth
Its colors fading into the fluorescent light
Like the dance of nature in its struggle for life
A false night has fallen upon us
The sadness of the beauty lost
could only be felt by the master artists
Their star and moon light are tainted
by the loss of their sight
Light pollution has turned the childrens’ minds
The dark night is over and rebirth shall begin
Only now the test tubes are fertile
the sun shine, like flashes in a dream
The thunder storms of loss
are inside our unconscious thought
Like the colors of the day
They have faded and are bleeding
©Dale Clark
Regis
Love TinkY
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