The times.

Sun, 01/19/2014 - 23:56 -- Artheme

When times are hard and hopes are low,

Let the wind blow,


Let your emotions out,

If you want you can even shout,


Run free and seek, 

A great destiny,


The sadness will leave,

and a new you will soon be true.

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It rough times for my friends, I can imagine saying similar things to them, but going through a rough times myself I find it hard to believe such things. Reading this, the beautiful way you articulate it gives me hope. Thank you for sharing this piece, I hope just like me, you help other authors, and when you find yourself in a bad place you look back at this simple poem and find the inspiration to continue on as well. 


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