Winds of Change

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The winds of change have come sweeping through,
Creating ripples across time’s constant change.

Grazing gently past memories old,
Dimmed with dust and worn by time,
Scratched and mended ere many a-times,
In the garret’s winter cold.

The winds of change have come sweeping through,
Creating ripples across time’s constant change.

Age old dreams gleam anew,
Finding fresh perspective in the breeze.
Closeted thoughts, burst bright,
Accelerating beyond the minds eye.

The winds of change have come sweeping through,
Creating ripples across time’s constant change.

Petrichor wafting past,
Bringing hope and love forth,
Turning the harsh Garret winter,
Sweet in the summer rain’s warm fold.