The art inside me

Throbbing life

through my veins.

In your presence,

the carousel pauses

its whirling.

Colour and shape

Sharpen into view.

Here I am.

Thank you heart,

for your patient humility.

While I go off galavanting

through the noisy thicket,

You await:

silent, precious;

my breathless return.

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