The hues in the dark

 

 

The stripes that drape upon

Blades of grass in the woods

Bear a testimony to the similarity

The feline stripes have to them

And to those that are preyed upon

Once the dark wraps them all

In the strings of his webbed palms

The trapped world wallops back

And takes a night long to crawl out

Into the wide arms of yawning dawn

When the stars fold back into shine

And fire flies ignite the dormant sun

The  twinkle is lost to  blazing dazzle

Then the true colors are evidently obvious

The camouflage of the intent

Is the darkness of our mind .

 

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