The patterns shift

Swaying with every syllable

Strain to hear a voice

So crystal clear

Words of wisdom

Charisma encapsulated

The pattern shifts


The sequence rearranges

Skipping with every reiteration

Squint to see a vision

So blingly obvious

Gestures of caring

Gentleness encapsulated

The sequence rearranges


It all changes

It always does

But my... ... ... it never does

Constant, my rock

The only one to understand

An all knowing... ... ... friend

Now if only they could see.

The End

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