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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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