Like a child’s transformer
They change before my eyes,
In unimaginable ways
From softly shaped infants
To well defined adults
Ever growing and changing
Ever remaining the same
Like lava lamps
The essence remains consistent
While the outlines continually evolve
From lumps of clay
To magnificent sculptures
Beautiful works of life
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How true!
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