Everything, I thought, everything keeps changing. Changing shape, changing colour, changing sound.

Kevin CrossleyHolland
Everything, I thought, everything keeps changing. Changing shape, changing colour,...
Everything, I thought, everything keeps changing. Changing shape, changing colour,...
Everything, I thought, everything keeps changing. Changing shape, changing colour,...
Everything, I thought, everything keeps changing. Changing shape, changing colour,...
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Everything, I thought, everything keeps changing. Changing shape, changing colour, changing sound. This is a poem by the poet Pablo Neruda. It expresses the idea that everything is always changing and that nothing is what it seems to be.

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