And his life started all over again,

His essence turned pure,

His thoughts vacant -

The canvas was white…

A player of colors he was -

A painter,

Best of the best.

His brushes moved like performers in an arena;

Hues dancing around,

Merging to render his thoughts,

The deepest of his emotions

Portrayed by the blues and the greens.

And they turned into the shades of red one day:

The spark, the passionate zeal -

The soulful blaze;

Flying unto a bottomless mystique,

A changing kaleidoscope of emotions,

Reaching its peak,

Bursting into a culmination…

And his existence started-

All over again;

His essence turned pure,

His thoughts vacant -

And the canvas was white.

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