fresco

all my thoughts shone in sunlight
while the wind blew all doubts away
I found colour in what was black and white
and made fresh-cut grass into a bouquet
trees whispered hope from bluest skies
while cats looked into my open eyes

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Publisher of solicited poetry and related writing
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