Exiled… a poem

Kevin Parish

ink bottle on desk

Collect your treasures

Your papers and quills

Write about sunsets,

And oceans and hills

Sketch like the artist

Who lives in your heart

Abstract to some

To others – pure art

Break from the confines

That hold back your mind

Life, it is finite,

Live it in kind

Slow down and breathe

See through the eyes of a child

Recapture the magic

From darkness – exiled

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