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You say the world is a rotten place.
Yet, every night I see a glimmer of
hope on your face.You don't live in fantasies.
You know when the morning comes,
your life won't turn around.
And yet, every night,
as the three hands on the clock align,
your faith is refound.Because just for a second,
when time stands still,
when the world falls asleep,
you stare up into space,
look at the infinite lights,
and somehow feel complete.And so, you piece yourself back
together with all your might,
everytime the clock strikes midnight.*
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The Craft Of Rhymes
Poetry--[A Collection Of Poems]-- Quill on parchment, and pen on paper. Ages may switch, but words change never. Upon the dawn of each era, moving with the times, we always find ways, to preserve our rhymes. *** © BerryStrawberryy, 2021