I don't write poetry often and it's probably not my strongest area, but it's something that I enjoy doing. Thanks for reading.
Dazzling colours peer through the night,
spreading light onto a grayscale life.
Eradicating dark corners,
conquering doubts and fears.
A fleeting dream, a simple delusion;
could mere colors burn so bright?
We are but unfinished paintings,
on barren canvasses of white.
