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Born again painted awakenings.
 
As the sun arced across the morning sky,
Clouds parted like the Red sea,
And the heavens were a marvellous mosaic
Of falling diamonds tracing a myriad
Of rainbow scattered
Technicolor rain,
And all around, existence
Drew in breath
At the treasures of creation.

While crouching oh so far below on a hilltop,
His eyes shone like reflections of forever,
And his soul felt as a flower about to bloom
Quietly yet beautifully from being
A single thought
Into a poppy field memory
That had waited so long
To be a born again
Blossom of shimmering beauty.

And even further down on the beach of dawn
The shimmering sun drew pictures
On sparkling diamond speckled sands,
Magical images and ever changing words
Of painted awakenings
Looked up to the morning sky
As it warmed by the fire,
And all around, existence
Softly breathed out
In a gentle relaxation of life…


By 33whitby4654

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