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Jul 2018
Long gone those false illusions
On painted canvas
With all those faded colours
It all looked good to the eye
In its own DeceavingΒ Β way
With those subtle shades.

Now another day has dawned
With those brand new hopes
Fresh canvas with easel waits
With paint and truere colours
Standing together all in line
Destination heart and mind.

The brush will go with the flow
Just like a passing stream
The blue sky looks down
And reflects its crystal light
Fountains of water turn to wine
Nirvana now awaits this time.
Nirvana means a place of perfect peace and happiness amongst other things that bring joy.looking back at some of my sixtys photographs
Me and my pals thought we found that place In the form of living it up.
50 years on we see it was just an illusion. These days that perfect place of happiness comes in diffarant forms.in my case Friday night at the village tavern
Christopher Victor Russon
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Christopher Victor Russon  74/M/Torbay, Devon UK
(74/M/Torbay, Devon UK)   
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