A Shot At Poetry

My first experience of writing poetry, so please excuse any horrific errors in meter and general unfortunateness.

Temple In November

Grey melancholy suffocating
in the sky fading growing to
raging purple darkness of the
worries.

Of grown-up men and women in
this serious city swelling with fear
unlike us who are growing our
lives.

From breathless opportunity
in the sky vast endless newness
expanding the pink twilight of
youth.

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Music- Crystal Stilts- Converging In The Quiet

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