The seasons change
Like a kaleidoscope
Held loosely in the palm of a hand
Altering the landscape
Of the days we have survived,
And what are we to do?
Hold on for the journey
Because the past is no more
The secrets have all been shared
While there is breath in us
A mystery yet lies ahead
Take me from where I am
Alone and destitute, vision faltering
Lead me to the waters deep so I can
Dream my new life into being
Let the kaleidoscope of change
Reveal my next home
Waiting patiently for me to arrive.
awesome poem vonita! ❤ xoxo
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Thank you, Carol Anne x
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