Changes

Perhaps the world is naught but a bubble,

hovering and twirling with the winds of Fate-

'oer sands of Time, and Wonder.

Our hourglass past a fading dream-

the spark of Hope snuffed like a candle in the breeze.

light it again-

show us the way-

and burn Destiny to oblivion, with the mighty blaze of Change.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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