Change is the rolling stone…
Continuous and driven by cause,
Desiring a change is not enough…
Molding oneself with the change is the game.
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I saw her… I saw her… yes I saw her,
I saw my little white squirrel baby.
Hopping …jumping …playing between the trees,
Exploring the green garden in own way.
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'Aaouch, ” it hurts…
My crust singe when out in the sun,
Suns cream, lip balm & anti – tanning salve,
Elucidate it all, perfect!
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How I wish to have a time machine,
Travel back to good and bad times,
Undo the nightmares, spread love again,
Revive the moments yet again.
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Life has been a bitter cold,
The story of destiny remained untold,
Here I start the journey again…
Exploreing different phases gain
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Change
Change is the rolling stone…
Continuous and driven by cause,
Desiring a change is not enough…
Molding oneself with the change is the game.
Change your dressing style, change your ways…
Cut your hairs or change your name,
Get a makeover or change with trends…
The soul remains the same.
We cry with change, we grow with change…
Longing for change still unprepared for change,
Sometimes surprised sometimes disheartened …
We move on with the change.
Life has a call to make to the phenomenal change…
A change to meet the azure high,
Smile back to the setbacks and walk on the miles ahead…
Standing falling all these way I am a better me each day.