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What new is to come in a day’s change,

The sun still rises behind the snowy mountain range.

Birds chirp melodies of stories untold,

Yet they still contemporarily, sing echos of repitition.

Sedentary stones decide to move,

The dropout decides to prove,

Change was from within they say,

Not from a new day, not from a new year.

Fear was of change, but desire for growth.

Never ready, they take an oath.

For why should one keep waiting for a new beginning,

Why should one wait to start their journey of living.

 

~Diya Malhotra