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Sunflowers Vincent Van Gogh
It's pure excitement, on the edge
To know what I have, what I do - is admired
Creating from insight into pigment
Repeating, surrounding myself, you
My friend
This is all, it is
I'm bold, emblazon myself
Watched over they go through it all
In bud or to seed embodying beauty
Head held high or slumped - it is there
We're all triptychs or frieze
Stages for stages, frozen in time
I see it as forever onwards but still
Perhaps the future isn't meant to be known
We experiment here and there
It is brighter in that moment, now
Yet, afterwards, when it is over
We long for, yearn, pay one thousand fold
Just for a glimpse of then
To own, occupy something as if there
We should change that, we should
For what are we doing in the phases missed?
We're still, still there but too tired or pained
But no, yellow is the colour
And we too can turn our heads to follow
Shades and variants of the same, never dull
These lines and crooked spines
It's precision and it's spontaneous
I'll put my name to it
Controlling each stroke
Yet it takes its own journey
Sometimes they look at you
Sometimes they look away, head bowed
I know what I've got here
Gifting to a friend the best of me
It holds me in time
I'm held in time
It's my signature
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Di11y Da11y
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