how futile the dreams of men,
we all eagerly rush to change the world
but forget to change ourselves
change
towards summer’s end
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a kaleidoscope
of colours drifts into sight
as autumn draws near
making sense of the world
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dreams are merely waves
tormented by winds of change
that reach perception
tides change
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ocean of my heart
how quickly your tone changes
when swept by the wind
Breaking a habit
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The young can grasp it
The old cannot let it go
many bad habits
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Ruined
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A drop of water
can change the fortune of men
in the gallery
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Avalanche
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in clapping your hands
when pine trees are harvested
the landscape can change
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