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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