Changing Horizons

The room is filled with changed people,
Casting many cold stares.
Cheering and celebrating,
Boasting of their many affairs.

The stroller the baby slept in,
Waits calmly by the shore.
The baby whimpers in the sand,
It shall be found nevermore





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