Winds of change renew the hues of seasons,
States of disposition framing the mind.
Why art thou bliss when ignoring hues tones?
Beauty of state why art thou so blind?
Do not the winds restore thou winsomeness?
Why thou come not what is appreciative?
Does not nature perceive its peacefulness?
Does thy mind distort when deflective?
Emerging in oneself is forgetting.
Night or day or spring or fall art visions.
Change of wind hues a glow art enthralling.
Hues’ inspirations give soul perceptions.
Winds of change, due seasons of thy mind’s eye,
Art thou journey to begin, and then fly.
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