for him, today was a good day
arrived early
tucked away at the back
acknowledged by everyone
not religious
but accepted and harmless,
his art the bridge between cultures
for him, today was to be a good day
dust filled rays pierced the gloom
and his idle thoughts,
the moment arrived
his hand moved swiftly, silently
each carbon stroke, deliberate
each crease, each fold mapped out
his eyes missed nothing
a tiny dark haired angel riding sunbeams
to far off daydreams
captured with skill,
an artist’s touch
and love
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