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Unknown Artist
By
Rusty Broadspear
The colourful canvas by an artist unknown
Has been stolen from me today,
As has the brightness of nature,
Turning my life leaden and grey.
The chittering of birds in their daily chorus
Has been silenced for me today,
As has the laughter of children,
I’ve been handed a dead bouquet.
The joy of a weekend break from my work
Has disappeared forever today,
And as for my hope of the future,
I see nothing but decay.
Like others, my heart can beat with excitement,
It lies still and heavy today,
As do my dreams, now they’re dead,
No thoughts and nothing to say.
Once a peacock approached, head high, feathers raised,
A mysterious and magical display.
Painted by an unknown artist,
But the feathers are falling today.
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