A disingenuous wild wind

that blows through

the withered and weathered

leaves of a life.

A life left puzzling over its roots,

and its new growth,

outstretched limbs bending in the

ever-present breeze,

bowing down to the mighty

twists of stormy blasts

gathering unseen and unheard

all around and about.

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The times may change

Certainty may become uncertainty 

The intended may become the unintended 

Your beauty always remains.

The times may change

Invention may become folly

The creator may become the destroyer.

Your beauty always remains.

The times may change

Healing may become the disease 

The gift may become the poison 

Your beauty always remains.

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