A change is coming,
winds are blowing.
Roots one knew one had
but never realized
how adaptive they could be,
are forming around this change,
roots to hold one still
in the midst of the storm.
A change is coming.
A change is coming,
winds are blowing.
Roots one knew one had
but never realized
how adaptive they could be,
are forming around this change,
roots to hold one still
in the midst of the storm.
A change is coming.
Word-Experimentalist
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