Changing Self Poem by Saint Cynosure

find self from within.. there is no new or old.. refined matters remain for ever..

Very nice I need to remember this. Wendy

Changing self is a profound poem.

Real beauty is often found in the spaces in between. Thank you for this poem.

Once you learn who you are, you change what you were before yes very true. always Becca

everything changes.......even at the brink of death change is waiting.. i like your poem.... fine.. a 10 point for you... thanks

s why we rearrange. Beauty is both in and out, ..............are we not the same ae we were, but the times changes, the degree of depth completely aries yet out the change of whole breath unrefrained, , wonderfulthought, i like too,10+.well penned, thank for sharing