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Displaced

The cold winds of Winter’s changes

Displace the once packed snow

Disturbing the perceived peace

Each unique gem steadily displaced

Making the majestic renewed

Rendering yesterday obsolete

Offering a transformation eternal

Such is the nature of change

Changes
Changes

© Carol Campbell 2015

Published by: writersdream9

I have been writing all my life but for the most part, it has been a secret. My parents did not believe writing was a good way to earn money so I hid my poems. Then one day, I wanted to comment on an essay that a friend had written and found myself with a blog. That quiet whisper inside said, "You can write your poetry and no one will ever know.". I knew nothing of followers and the like at that time. So, here I am trying to learn my craft and enjoying every moment of it. My personal details are, I'm 57, married for 39 years, have one grown son who is God's gift to us and last but not least at all, I'm a Baha'i which basically means that I love all humanity.

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  4. cold, snowy, bone-numbing cold winds…but then the mountains capture the water which flows into the valleys which feeds the grasses which feeds the animals which both feed us….and on it goes………

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