Things change,
change too fast,
afterall how long can something last?
People come, people go,
change is always active,
don't you know>
I miss things but,
I'm the angel with wings,
wings that take me from one moment to another,
wings that made me choose my mother.
Change is constant,
change is passive,
change is wanted,
it can take you from one emotion to the other emotion massive.
Change is like one train,
a train which stops for a while at one station,
change deserves my salutation.
Picture from the net- ( http://www.google.co.in/imgres?imgurl=http://stevecreek.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/cocoon.jpg&imgrefurl=http://stevecreek.com/birth-of-a-monarch-butterfly/&usg=__DYoS2oR_gPjhp7fA08WndKDqf_s=&h=1013&w=800&sz=592&hl=en&start=5&um=1&itbs=1&tbnid=arD83wQQ6Ph7hM:&tbnh=150&tbnw=118&prev=/images%3Fq%3Dbutterfly%2Bout%2Bof%2Bcocoon%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26client%3Dfirefox-a%26sa%3DN%26rls%3Dorg.mozilla:en-GB:official%26tbs%3Disch:1 )
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