“Final Flourish”


Through Harold’s Lens:

Little Shop of Umbrellas.

You brought me joy
You showed me a way
You let me touch and feel.

We dabbled with delicate hands
Flew through soft clouds of white
Rolled in rainbows of colors
Sat on the tip of your brush.

Your dreams
Became my dreams
My inspiration
My love of life.

My parasol of pleasure.

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