shades of brown.
mud, wet along the bank.
beige off the boot,
crumbles, now
dried
and set aside
by the door, the worn
floor,
once glossed in wax
on polyurethane
now faded
almost into yellow, or
harshly
scuffed towards black.
the withering trees,
near grey.
the brown dead leaves,
matting the earth floor,
heaps
of paper mache.
all color gone.
it's the browning of nearly
everything, once
green, once fresh
and new. a world of unlove.
the mood,
forlorn.
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