unchange

Vindications wild,
A melody she saw bursting through the trees,
Verdant sonnets of a springtime’s cheap caress. 
Yet it is all the same, 
The seasons turning round in vortices of sleek unchange, 
A prospect of a new tomorrow beating,
Beating softly through her adolescent days.
Yet it is all the same, 
Expectations flattened in bombardments of restraint
Accusations mirrored in a pair of eyes afraid.