Red clashed with yellow.
Blue clashed with white.
Clouds
unfinished
thoughts of white and grey
floated across
the sky
like a herd
of castaways.
Trees of all races
stood exhausted
in their kingdoms
of grass.
Leaves of all ethnicities
scattered
to the ground.
Grey staled the pale
aged concrete
placed without meaning
carelessly.
A rainbow of wrappers
flee’d their bonds of death
clinging to the freedom
of nature.
The light breath
of a warm winter
strained against
the arms of the trees.
And there
opposed to social norms
scattered the inhabitants
of higher standing.
Colors only matched in the eyes
of complexity.
Movements could never be
understood
by the simplicity of nature.
Yet everything seemed connected.
Where do I fit in?
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