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Nov 2017
Blank canvas, no shape, no weight,
a world to create, no pain, no hate.
Purple sky, evening cloud, no rain,
hope and tranquillity rules this domain.
Evergreen trees, a path, a cabin,
a lake of green to forever swim in.
Darkness is needed to appreciate the light,
heavy blues speckled with white.
Valleys so low, mountains so high,
there is no colour for the shape of your eyes.
The weight of a life, let it all blend together,
hidden details, a wave, flowing forever.
A soul is bled, hope, no lies,
stories to tell, words for the wise.
Your own little world, framed in a painting,
your own little world, free of explaining.
Michael J Simpson
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Michael J Simpson  31/M/Aberdeen, Scotland
(31/M/Aberdeen, Scotland)   
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