Crimson Fields…
In a fields of red poppies caressed by a summer
breeze –
Surrendering to twilight.
A union created by Mother Nature is quickly
Blending dark and daylight.
Among the crimson meadow of blossoms
stands an old man watching the sun as it’s
golden orb begins to
Hide behind a tawny sea.
Art brushes, paints and canvas in hand he follows
a narrow trail to his boat anchored at water’s edge,
his story now woven in color about life, as he believed
It should be –
Peaceful
Contented
Free.
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The Last Chapter 
Ah, so lovely.
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Brava!! Lovely indeed.
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Thank you. E.
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