A melting pot of palette´s hues,
Forged upon anvil of the years,
Iron-winter days, beaten in greys & blues,
Spring tears of willow & green envy of the firs,
The guarded secrets of the honey bees,
Transparency of the fragrant breeze,
Winds that howl at the fading moon,
The year passes too fast, too soon,
The golden-bronze of melted leaves,
The passionate dusks & smile of dawns,
The inks of flowing rivers & seas,
The gentle greetings of crisp new morns,
The polyglot of life´s short time,
Passes by in the blink of an eye,
Humanity acting in silent mime,
Before leaving earth, we search the sky.
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