The Inverse!

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Pigment I myself on a calico canvas, in paled hues
Gray clouds sedate me and chafes me the rainbows.
Gates of spring in me, parades the nameplate of fall;
Immure I my self, backside of the absolving wall.
Uninventive and juice-less I lie, along the river soil,
Athirst I remain, neath the slaking rainfall’s toil.
In bunches I pass, yet trammeled to me, is my talk;
Seas of silence I hoard, a driblet of serenity I lack.
Illume I, a taper of hope, ahead my closed sight;
Yet euphorically cleaves, the dourest despair, tight.


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The Change Over!

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Transforms a caterpillar into a beautiful butterfly-
While within the cocoon, the winged dreams cry;
Despairing to freely pilot, towering the cryptic sky.
Deepens an exiting autumn as a welcoming spring-
While snuggling the earth, the leaves mildly swing;
Knolling the hoary gongs of hope, they mirthfully sing.
Egresses a befogged man, as a absolved human-
While the empyrean prowess of real compassion;
Satiates the sleeveless vacuities of all his passion.


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