untouchable

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up ahead,

flourescent glow

nearly blinding,

picturesque show.

what is there,

you can't tell

wanting to see, and

such a familiar smell.

drawing closer,

it's a foreshadow now

but you can't touch it,

not sure how.

the nearer you are,

the further it fades..

so many colors,

different shades.

never close enough

to actually see

envisioning now,

what could it be.

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Katie Moak's picture

i like it. cool poem.

mizzscarlett's picture

I love the flow of this poem and the mystery. Great job!