Season’s change

The colour of seasons squeezed on canvas,
like the voices echoing from the paint brush,
mixing the soft and the strong,
echoing and spreading
like the wings of a dove
released into the sea breeze,
waves fold and cast the summer aside,
the days begin to hide away,
looking into myself through layers,
visioning to reinvent myself.

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