Sunrise, sunset
or the lone star hanging overhead
Skies, clouds, rainbows
or horizons make-believe
Flowers, trees, mountains
of any colour or size
Nothing could
keep you contained
Even the pangs of loneliness
and troubles tinging your days
You did not spare
from twisting, turning, tossing
and baking into a poem
Oh prism of an abandon
what'll it take to keep thee
from unseeing life
the way you do it
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