pallid days of questioning
when light is so inundated
in hued conjectures
that neon trace our auras
soft on the edges with powered tracing
seeping into doubtful visions.
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Author:
Jon Nakapalau (
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- Comment from author about the poem: As I walked hone last evening.
- Category: Reflection
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If we never question we will never learn.
Very true - thank you.
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