Will changes last? Will changes shield us?
From temper, versed at high degree?
In silence cursed, it burns and shivers,
Inside and out, it won't flee.
The puzzle came with curly hairs;
It grew in flashes of slides' row;
Another glance of spiral faint
Was cold and silver, in grey coat;
It showed in mask; in one's repair;
In thorough note of taking two;
With tea and glasses, cap and air;
At lunch, where flowers got to bloom.
The golden word by wishful pen
Will written be, as soon as let, -
By lightful curvature of sense,
Perceived and joyful to forget…
You may be solving world's all
By saving world of your own.