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By Dharma Gilley


Change is in the wind.
Blowing every which way, keeping things moving.
Light brings variation,
Through the sunsets and the differing colors.
Seasons hold adjustment.
Plants growing, falling, dreaming of better times.
People are the definition of variation.
In the transformation of their bodies, the emotions that alter, the speech that
evolves.
Development is everywhere.
Unfortunately, you were the epitome of distortion.
You changed yourself like I changed clothes.
Our comprehension of the world revised as I leaped toward you and you stepped
back.
I had every hope in the world that the situation would reverse.
I had every hope in the world that the world would change again.
You were a religion to me.
I was but a contrasting soul for you to remodel.
You changed me.
Everything breaks; yet, not everything can be mended.
Wish someone had told me that though things can shift, 
I should have just ended
It.
Your actions changed mine, 
My actions changed time.
Though my mind is not corrupted,
Yours has erupted. 
Religion lies in reliability
Mine lies in tranquility.
Change is in the wind.
Blowing every which way, keeping things moving.
Light brings variation.
Nothing but light courses though me.
I am variety.
The change the world needs is in me.

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