CHANGE
change came with a smile
a sigh of relief felt within the morning breeze
with whispers of hope heard when the wind blows
a glimmer of success seen when it's rays penetrate through our rooms nail holes
an hour or hours later our heart dances to the beats heard from the rain drops
and pain dead as the door nail and at the door step change stands with a smile so bright like the morning star.
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