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Jun 2016
I wonder if
Colors fade
As memories
Flow out of our midst
Into an unknown abyss

The green of a leaf
Bright and happy in the spring
Slowly becomes
Dark and warlike to our minds
As times rolls on
Evolutions ensue
The once white sand
Is brown tomorrow
The blue sky
Is black next week
The yellow sun
Could be orange in a month

The future is a guessing game
The past is a mystery
Tomorrow remembered now

Forgotten next week
Chloe LeBoeuf
Written by
Chloe LeBoeuf  19/Cape Cod
(19/Cape Cod)   
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