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Sunday, 23 September 2018

Four Walls

Are these the trappings
A room to oneself
In the middle of the day

A room with French windows
Overlooking a garden
With birdsong and roses

I am also conscious
That I could have painted
The canvasses on these walls

I am though less conscious
Of my purpose; or of
What it is, which draws me here


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