Wonder Tree
Author: GMS75
Like you, I change with the season...
like a shape-shifter...we seem to always alter our appearances
to fit the model...the design....
but unlike you,
I morph into a multitude of sentiments...
until only a mirage of my former self remains.
...now i am a stranger to you,
and even to myself.
...i close my eyes and wait... for the Change to come.
gregory
like a shape-shifter...we seem to always alter our appearances
to fit the model...the design....
but unlike you,
I morph into a multitude of sentiments...
until only a mirage of my former self remains.
...now i am a stranger to you,
and even to myself.
...i close my eyes and wait... for the Change to come.
gregory
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Posted: Thu Apr 25, 2013 7:06 PM CST
About this poem:
Human propensities...to adapt...to change when it seems necessary...
like the tree moth, the chameleon...adapt, or be extinguished.
Human propensities...to adapt...to change when it seems necessary...
like the tree moth, the chameleon...adapt, or be extinguished.
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