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A World Without Colour
"Where is the colour? "
Scrutinised the emotional delinquent,
starved of hue.
The grey pastel bled through the canvas,
contorting the original depiction,
meandering through the sketch,
showing no contempt
Drawn by rationale and greyed by logic,
the piece stood; sedentary, somber,
stained by time, embossed by solitude,
Winter days rambled in to winter years,
Solid foundations supported high walls,
arrogant to the dystopia.
There was no warmth
There was no colour
A fleeting ray of light scanned the wall, ...