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Circa 2020
It’s not what has happened that created change.
Choices could rush in to argue.
Every year seems the same when you sink into others.
Time to become a self taught critic.
Not so bad sure we’ve learned what not to ever do again.
Not even personal.
What would be said if things didn’t turn into how good they are now?
Life moves fast into the years.
Always standing grateful with no thoughts of the past that’s known to dwell.
That rain type of feeling when the storm dries to plant a beautiful season.
Choices could rush in to argue.
Every year seems the same when you sink into others.
Time to become a self taught critic.
Not so bad sure we’ve learned what not to ever do again.
Not even personal.
What would be said if things didn’t turn into how good they are now?
Life moves fast into the years.
Always standing grateful with no thoughts of the past that’s known to dwell.
That rain type of feeling when the storm dries to plant a beautiful season.
Published 28th Dec 2019
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28th Dec 2019 3:20pm
I love this, particular those final two lines, CMV. Time just is, isn't it? It moves forward without a thought to what it's left behind. Perhaps time holds the secret of happiness.
23rd Jan 2020 4:18pm
5th Jan 2020 6:23pm
"That rain type of feeling when the storm dries to plant a beautiful season"
What a great line. Thank you so much for submitting your work to my competition.
What a great line. Thank you so much for submitting your work to my competition.
23rd Jan 2020 4:18pm
