The light, has turned to dark.
The good, has changed to evil.
The hate, has turned to love.
The pain, has changed to joy.
A friend, has turned to a lover.
The guilty, has changed to pleasure.
The death, has turned to life.
The doubts has changed to feelings.
The cold, has turned to warm.
The hard, has changed to soft.
The changes, have turned to permanent.
The open, is now closed.
The glimpse has changed to stare.
The choice changed to a life.
And you and I,
have become a destiny.
©blueleaf
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