Speak to me of the colors,
The colors that the wind carries with it.
Speak to me of the thrill,
The thrill of getting up in the morning.
Speak to me of the silence,
The silence that creeps up before the storm.
Speak to me genius,
The genius that exists only in the eyes of children.
Speak to me of serenity,
The serenity which is felt in moments of utter chaos.
Speak to me of vagueness,
The vagueness that we all carry within us.
Speak to me of hope,
The hope that tomorrow is another day.
Or dare not speak to me at all.
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