Where Do All The Colours Go Poem by Clive Culverhouse

Where Do All The Colours Go

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blues and greens, gently trickle out of the day
night's henchmen, shadows gather on corners
demise looms in leaking squalor, exsanguinate
remorseless swelling of silhouettes, cardboard
cutout scenery until freedom dawns... revival

Thursday, November 2, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: freedom,night
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Where Do All The Colours Go poem by Clive Culverhouse
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