Change

Sojourns

Of meandering changes-

Wafting soft brevity

Of lilting time

Into the protean whispers of

Evolution.

One that could turn ivy of the
monsoons

To sunflowers of summer.

Change-

Like the dew drops on an early
morning

That succumb to the scalding afternoons

And turn swiftly into oblivion.

Change is for the living.

One that we adore and equally abhor…

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