everlasting quietude
-----------at an altitude
unknown to the un-living
beautiful solace
in a winter twilight
a streak of pink
across the wide sky
empty
but with hope
in each brush-stroke
perfectitude
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beautiful reawakeninglife overtaking
death, the mid day sun
winter had become
spring that afternoon
still a shade of maroon
remained, with colours
life emerges
despair submerges
hope floats
in each brush-stroke
perfectitude
