Of
Of changing of colors
of changes of time
of likeness or not
of people, of rhyme.
Of red and of green
of summer and fall
of loving, of liking
of loosing it all.
Of dreams and of hope
of doubts and of fear
of what is now past
of what now draws near
Of these do I write
of these do I speak
but it is of answers
of these that I seek.
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