It's a rare time when life seems to slow
and we can finally see what is hidden to those in passing.
Life gainns a deeper meaning,
and hope, and joy bloom once again.
The flow of hate slows,
and love starts to flow again.
A person abandoned finds a place to belong.
A soul once trapped flies anew.
A body once majestic crumbles to dust.
Those that once were might be again,
Or they might never be.
Crumbled plans, forgotten dreams, journey less
lives, fleeing minds, wandering spirits.
As time ticks by life speeds up again and
the vision once clear fades to haze once again.
Please tell me what you think
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I really liked this piece!! I have a couple typos I found though.
"Life gians a deeper meaning" You need to change "gians" to "gains"
"Crumbled plans, forgotten dreams, journy less" change "journy" to "journey"
Other than that this was an excellent piece! Kudos!
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Thank you for telling me about those, they are now fixed.
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Matt this is good keep on writting dear I love the enotioms in this. It lept off the page. Keep it up
Searra
P.s. thanks for the comment on my poem it was greatly appreciated.
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