I've seen you, glossy squares of rainbow paper
hanging on the corridors of my toddling days
you've pulled me along on mindless capers
into the depths of your meandering ways
smoothened colours, like showers of sand
monet's radiant brushstrokes set aflame
gauguin wrought chaos without his hand
yet no one knew the mad dutchman's game
in a wheatfield of netherland's plains
furrowed strokes of grain turn gold in may
dark cypresses of the mind insane
break the mellow rythm of their sway
years have passed, and so have men
who changed shape as time does mould
always the miracle that you were then
rainbows caught in canvas-folds
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