Chameleon A Lover

Chameleon A Lover prose poem

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I admonished my lover, you are a chameleon often change colors cant trust you your passionate red threatens me, saffron too showy green heals me to the core, blue takes me to a mystical high he gave a fleeting chameleon smile o my beloved my colors are colors of your longing, if stay same wont you my beloved complain o so boring, trust me not you trust change

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Nadeem Qazilbash
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The unpredictability of changing colors, makes for most of life’s precious moments, yet life is a long time with few precious moments.

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