This Way Comes

Soft pink bursts in my eye.
A thousand, thousand times.
The relentless blossoming
Of another new age.
When life and colour
Shoots out all that is old.


One thought on “This Way Comes

  1. The painful, scarlet, moistened eyes which accompany the end of another intimate union are synonymised by the bursting buds of Spring;
    Each heralding the stepping through the powerful gateway from monochrome Wintry obscurity into the psychedelic tapestry of what is to come…

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