(P.s. I never finished this one... maybe I will one day. Enjoi!)
Evening holds steady,
the dark of night invites and tempts young souls.
Winds press on, pushing and prodding,
from corner to corner we roll.
Like careless dancers we fall,
the ground begins to spin.
Each advance we take,
leads us further into sin.
The world, a messy palate,
colors stream together and blend.
Inspired artists seeing new views and hues,
we marvel as we bend.
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