The Sign of Change

The Sign of Change

When the darkness succumbs you to the ground
When there is not a single light to breath or a single noise to sound
A mighty thunder wakes us up from our slumber
A thunder which comes from the might heavens
With fresh cold water being sprinkled on your face
With the petals of softness comforting your soar back
With the cold breeze, drying you like haystack
For its time of your own, its time for you to go out there
And have the time of your life
Because if not now, there won’t be another opportunity
Because you can always contain yourself with such complexity
Because life wont throw another chance at you, for you shall be in serenity


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