Stories and Poems

Change

The moments shared, a soul could have changed
The colors came up with vibrant names……
And a death came up with your name…..
Never thought a change in life
A change came up with torturing sense…
Past made things cruel,
the present came up with uneven breathing…..
 
Was it a decision towards right or opposite???
 
Never came such thought at that moment…
 
What comes now is a thought to CHANGE…
 

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