Evolution

humans evolve,

the brain wilts,

and the eyes grow,

the future bleak,

to say the least.

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roses

roses red,

on a background of pink,

touches the soul,

the scene painted again,

and again.

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mountains or air

a peaceful scene,

of trees and landscape,

or the sky,

red at dawn,

or sunset,

peaceful,

yet unsettled.

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finally spring?

flowers on the brain,

the wait for Spring and Summer,

so long,

thoughts turn to flowers,

and Summer smells.

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flowers or weeds

flowers or weeds,

again,

depends on perspective,

colors beautiful,

in any case.

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in search of fish

hoping for a fish sandwich,

the hero,

brave beyond care,

endures their icy stares.

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faces

faces seen,

only to a few,

to others,

the painting,

nothing more than different colors.

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