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the world goes by,
so fast that it's nothing,
but a colorful blur.
I stand still,
and try to make sense,
of all that's happening,
without and within.
All things that I hold dear,
vanish one by one.
Everyone who is near,
is changing with the tide.
And it is then when I feel it,
As slow and quiet,
as the blooming of a rose bud,
the small but sure changes in me.
It is a comfort,
to say the least.
While the world's not constant,
I, too, am changing with it.
Rose is beautiful...
ReplyDeleteBeautiful sketch..Keep up your work!!
ReplyDeleteNice Poetry as well..
ReplyDeleteBeautiful sketch dear and a lovely poem :-).
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