Anything left out
Of the grasp of change
For too long,
Will kill itself.
The forest dies and dies
So it may live forever.
There is still green
In seasons of death,
You just have to look a little harder.
Look for the change.
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Words That Used to Twist My Tongue
PuisiPoems I write, as usual triggers will be listed if there are any.
Change
Anything left out
Of the grasp of change
For too long,
Will kill itself.
The forest dies and dies
So it may live forever.
There is still green
In seasons of death,
You just have to look a little harder.
Look for the change.