spots of light are dancing
as they reveal to my mind
that questions dont have answers
and the truth you cannot find

ponds will always ripple
thus the wind will always blow
clocks always are turning
just as spring will melt the snow

seas will run dry
mountains turn to plains
some men die alone
some men live in pain

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Last edited by 90's_rocker at Sep 24, 2008,
Pretty, I suppose.

Add another two stanzas, and submit it to a poetry compilation.