Nothing is the same.

Nothing is the same.
The bitterness of frost,
The sweetness of a hug,
The life of a horse,
The texture of a knitted rug.

The squelch in my boots,
The droplets of rain,
The feeling of the wind,
The hurt in an old-fashioned cane.

The tips of my fingers,
The scent of fresh cake,
The water in the sea,
The fish in a lake.

The sheep in a cattle,
The ball from a game,
The years in a life,
Nothing is the same.

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