It is The Change.
When it comes, it comes.
And nothing remains the same.
The Change transforms all things
Except The Change.
Mountains melt
And all you felt
withheld
by The Change
Remorseless
Uncaring
Unstoppable.
It is The Change.
When it comes, it comes
And where it goes, nobody knows
Not even The Change will divulge it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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