Orange, red, brown and green
Scattered along ,not tied down but finally free
Across fields, down lanes, on rivers and through bridges
Are hopes and dreams
Pushed and floating on invisible currents
Seen by all, noticed by few
Pieces of life being crushed by the world
Manipulated and twisted, thrown and stepped upon
Until nothing but dust on the soles of your feet
For those who saw each shape and hue they will not be forgotten
Each one was unique
Treasures to be discovered and secrets to be told
Some where left empty waiting for souls
All of the them lost, never to be found
They were just a moment in time
And will be replaced once more
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