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TO RENEW
To reflect on this
Serendipitous
Crushed flowers, the wind a spear
Carried to forsaken doorsteps
A light in the sky
Artificial sun
And a closing eye
For yesterday has died
A stone's throw away
Inundation of true bliss
Serendipitous
A carmine streak
A poignant hue
To some, a river of blood
But it beckons me back
To greater misfortunes
I paint not with pigment
My landscapes are of the mind
A crescendo of words
To ease an appetite
May synapses renew
And again nurture that old familiar glow
In the depths of darkness
The colours burn bright and
Serendipitous
What greater beauty could there be?
Published 23rd Jun 2024
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