Of a canvas
That to seek the white employ
Has become so arduous
Though ever still a joy
More, while rainbows merely arch
The beauty is unexpected skies
Or land will green
Else, filled with time in guise
Ephemeral, as might blink an eye
Tis gone
No matter how can breath be held
The fever of to look upon
Is all should need, encompass
The purpose
©26th July 2010 Hey Hey
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