Colours

The man, after all of it, 

watched on. Colours shimmered 

in the blue of his eyes, 

free of that darkened hue.

He grinned a giant’s grin, 

felt calm, felt free. 

He, at last, saw himself

reflected in minds and in hearts,

in the memories of that perfect crowd ;

of laughter

of coffee shops

of flowers deep in bloom 

and of those tiny little moments that scatter into life. 

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