Changes
CHANGES
The day begins with promises,
from the east as the sun rises,
it has hope that to all it carries,
lighting our way from bitterness,
that we wish to leave with yesterday.
The promise to shine away the pain,
bring smiles and joy to its prey
that it feeds from everyday.
Then the wind changes its direction,
twisting smiles into smirks,
clouds try to get each other’s attention,
light shines from the grey sky,
threatening to take life by a flash.
Then the blue hides under grey,
then small drops of tears of the sky.
That is how love passes by.
The loving OW-JAY
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