Memories fade away, clouds change their way

People don’t believe the same

Why is there suddenly a different world we never saw?

Why is everything in our life so odd?

I might be a little sad seeing people flee,

But there is a kid in me who knows,

that people are temporary beings.

Like the butterflies who sits and goes away,

From the blossom, they say they love.

To another one in no time,

a bird does the same to the sky.

Remaking yourself is fascinating I understand,

While creating you, let your aroma be the same.

-Riya Shah

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