Another free verse poem today from the prompt, Copper Patina. Enjoy.
Copper Patina
Hammered edges of metal, smooth and worn
artistic vision born in burnished sunshine
aged by epoch time and turning weather
until the shine dulled to that familiar patina hue
They’ll never know the brilliance of the original
They’ll never know that polished russet sorrel
that blazing fire glinting against the sun
Yet still unbowed, unbroken, majestic
Be Afraid of the Dark 
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