Long shadows caste across verdant pasture
Last chill of the mourn greets this wayward bloom.
Choked perceptions dance before the windows
Rhapsody of virtues, discerns new way.
The thrill of the chase returns its vista
Rejection is but a brief interlude.
White canvas awaits new hues of expression
Radiant colours laid with primitive touch.
An ancient Greek vase aged and blemished
With earthly Cycladic abstract design.
Arresting to those who seek the right path
To feast in meadows of philosophy.
Old life passed, established, sweet memories
New taken hold by the humanities.
What did you think
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memories of the past will fade, dry and blow away
as we follow a new path of faith, hope and future sway.
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Some memories do fade, but the important ones stay. thank you for your comment.
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