Watercolor

 

Retreat, their world receding,

noises, discords, odors,

no longer impinging senses.

 

Vistas of auburn and burnt umber,

emblazoned upon canvas,

of billowing clouds, indigo heaven.

 

Breathe, feel life return,

focus, one bold stroke, unending horizon,

another, sunlight captured.

 

Guided, channeled,

for all to see,

through another’s eyes.

 

Stoic

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