A Shifting Tide
The world, a canvas, ever-changing hue,
A masterpiece where landscapes come and go.
But in this dance of change, my heart feels blue,
As familiar comforts slowly start to grow.
The tides of time, they ebb and flow with grace,
Yet leave behind a melancholy trace.
The old gives way, the new begins its reign,
But in this shift, a part of me remains.
I cling to memories, like shells upon the shore,
A testament to what once was, and no more.
But in this sadness, hope begins to gleam, A promise of a future, a vibrant dream.
- cocoaTea.poetry
