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Making a ChangeWings of change come into view, looked upon as someone new. With the wind I flow along, I am singing a new song. To be anew a sort of birth, a change of heart brings of my worth. Like a bird up in the sky, the more I change the higher I fly. Not of a cocoon but into a nest, like that bird I do my best. I may not be the butterfly that I'd like to be, the beauty is inside a bird pertains to me. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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