I wandered by an autumn stream
looking for what's past
I slept inside a winter dream
searching for what lasts
I strode the paths of springtime crossed
listening for a song
Whose words, that now to me are lost
—in summer called so strong
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May,2013)
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Autumn wind motivates mind with winter dream and we are searching for new light. An interesting poem is excellently penned.10