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Old Days


Our universive is gigantic

The fact that planet Earth is only a tiny speck of dust on an infinity that we will never discover.

We want to know everything, we shouldn’t!

Allow some mystery to because when we know too much we tend to destroy it.

We are greedy that way. We can’t ever just be happy with the simplicity of things.

How bright the moon makes the night.

How birds seem to always travel in pairs because they never want to be alone.

How the clouds seem to take random shapes, and for our pleasure we can sometimes spot them.

Things could be very simple, yet we tend to overthink everything.

Everyone’s to blame. Go back to being simple like the old days!

Look in the mirror tell yourself;

today will be simple because I will love myself.

today will be simple because I will understand those around me.

today will be simple because I can smile, that means I'll be okay.

We can be HAPPY, we can LOVE. 

But most of all we can be here a little longer. 

 

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YennyT
<p>Poetry is one the best self-therapy options that I have used. It is creative and powerful all at once and that is why I love it so much. I hope you guys enjoy the poem. Thank you for reading!</p>

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