This life.
It is not what they have shown it to be.
The cold stone walls,
the repeating days in chains of grey.
This life is the art I hold in my own hands.
The art of my body as it stretches into the morning.
The art of breakfast as I eat the colours of the sun.
This life is what I ask it to be.
And, today, I ask it to be
beautiful.
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Repeating days in chains of grey and eating colours of the sun. Beautiful poetry Brooke.
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Thank you so much, Keith. I so appreciate your kindness and your popping by! 🙂
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