In those rare moments,
When the whole world feels right;
Time no longer flies;
Fantasies come to life;
Hopelessness dies;
Imaginings rise;
Tomorrow paints the skies.
A feeling is born,
On those few special days;
Noise fades away;
Drought drowns in rain;
Smiles are no pain;
Joy breaks the chains;
Life's not in vain.
New worlds to explore,
Beyond the sun's door;
Paradise shore;
Happiness soars;
Liberty roars;
Future's in store;
End of the war...
Cause however rare,
There's no fault in prayer.
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Hey, my flowers! This is the last regular update before the grand finale! That will mean the completion of this book :/
Moving on is exciting and full of possibility, but it is also sad for a variety of reasons, and I'm a very sentimental person when it comes to these things (though I don't advertise it very often...)
I hope you have enjoyed this journey of words and will return to reread, because that's the amazing thing about poetry, no matter how basic or simple it is. Each time you read... you discover something new :)
Love you all <3
<3 Rea
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