The times.

by Artheme

January 20, 2014

When times are hard and hopes are low,

Let the wind blow,

Let your emotions out,

If you want you can even shout,

Run free and seek,

A great destiny,

The sadness will leave,

and a new you will soon be true.

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RebeccaYSPerezJun 3, 2014

<p>It rough times for my friends, I can imagine saying similar things to them, but going through a rough times myself I find it hard to believe such things. Reading this, the beautiful way you articulate it gives me hope. Thank you for sharing this piece, I hope just like me, you help other authors, and when you find yourself in a bad place you look back at this simple poem and find the inspiration to continue on as well. </p><p>Rebecca</p>

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