Rise up, my friend, and seize the day, For life is short, don't let it slip away. You have the power to make a change,
By thamee 16about a year ago in Poets
Time, the elusive concept we chase, A fleeting moment that we cannot replace. It marches on without a care, Leaving us to wonder where
There's a wanderer in every soul, A longing that can't be controlled. A need to break away and roam, To find a place that feels like home.
A bond that's pure and true, A heart that beats as two. A hand that's always near, A shoulder to shed a tear. A treasure that's worth more than gold,
In the depths of darkness, Where light can never reach, There lies a hidden world, With secrets beyond our reach.
In slumber's grasp, I wander through a land Of fantastical, ethereal strands Where anything and everything's in hand And all my heart desires, it understands
Amidst the hills and fields so green, Where birds in melody preen, And gentle streams do gently glide, In nature's embrace, we find our guide.
The winds of change are blowing strong, Bringing with them a brand new dawn. An opportunity to start anew, To let go of what once was true.
A spark of light within us all, A flame that cannot be contained. It guides us through life's great hall, And helps us to remain sustained.
Earth, our home so vast and bright, A treasure trove of natural light. A planet teeming with life and grace, A sanctuary in the infinite space.
Like a fierce storm it hits, Bringing destruction with its fits. Buildings crumble, homes destroyed, The aftermath leaves us overjoyed.
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