NaPoWriMo #20 Doggerel: The Last Resort

Manifesto

 ~

Everything changes

nothing stays the same

left at rest, one’s restless mind

soon plays other games.

~

Scent barely whiffed in passing

floral, musky, sweet

can upset equilibrium

sweep strong men off their feet.

~ ~

Butterfly flaps happily by

tsunamis hit Saigon,

tree falls in the forest

trade winds bless Ceylon.

~

One can’t predict good fortune

foresee drear tragedy

the only thing one’s left to do

is very simply be.

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