Seems like rain at first light.
A yearning for colour, life beyond smoke filled rooms.
Far beyond TV flickers can I make day
One unstarted before, how can I know what I
startedparting those seas, painting in scenes
unseen before, this tree, that hill, falling from me
waiting with excitement when the brush to breatth
life into me
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