The Tree
The Tree
A hazy tree in the fog,
peeps through the door
of another world; I wonder,
Who is it looking for?
A hazy tree in the fog,
peeps through the door
of another world; I wonder,
Who is it looking for?
There are numbers, there are waves, and then there are colors.
There are definitives, there are uncertainities, and then there is magic.
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Labels: Colors, Poem - English
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