Time Flies
The times are changing.
So am I.
My petals fall
and new ones arise.
A hermit crab ditches his shell
to find a new one, suites him well.
The snake gets rid of year old skin
while still exposed to common din.
The snake, the crab, myself the flower
change to gain new strength and power.
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