I turn in the book of life
Another spring blossoms within me
In a myriad
Shapes and shades and colours
Another step I take, in the garden of being.
And the dew upon the grass
And smile as only she could
I look beyond my shadow, and the shadows in the mind.
And each flower is an eternal surprise.
Hymns to joys
The memories of tender lonely night
Melt into tears
That filled me, lie forgotten
As I reach for the sky
To hold her.
The brooks the stones
And the branches of the
Unfold the canvass
And find their colours.
Sit still, my fingers quiver
As I etch my image upon the
Sands of time.
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