Change is coming

A wind blows, chilly, fresh,
new scents upon it rides
a change is coming…

Hairs on end, crawling flesh,
winds before the tides,
a change is coming…

Embers glow, fires thresh,
the heat and chill divides,
a change is coming…

Fiery dawn, its life refreshed,
old and new collides,
a change is coming.

 


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The lights of the city

The lights of the city
changes it…

By day a mass of busy people
and motor-vehicles bustling around;
Of noise and of smells and movement
All in abundance.

By night, a sparkling gem
set on the river mouth
the garbage obscured
the noises more joyous.

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