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Apr 2022
as the clock on the wall
like the leaves in the fall
caterpillars grow into butterflies
but your change only soaked my eyes

You changed
as the day into night
turned black from all white
women like a pink sunset
but your change left me with regret

You changed
like the ocean tide
as a carnival ride
kernels turn into buttery popcorn
but you only left me in scorn

You changed
from spring to winter
from a mahogany table
to a flat board of splinters
in spring flowers bloom
but your change left me little room
sandra wyllie
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