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Sunsets
Erecting her easel
at the foot of the boardwalk
she mixes the paint
a hell-fire pink and crimson
and dips her brush to begin…
She paints
the end of all things
a voice lost to the fractured mind
the final moments of a life
a hand slipping away
She paints
farewell hospital conversations
her father’s beard as a cloud
she thins the blue paint with her tears
She colours in his eyes
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Wednesday 21st June 2023 3:51 pm
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