It's been a year. The world and the universe had moved on. And until now, the earth will not stop rotating for me. Everything will change, will move in their own pace. And no matter how I complain how fast it is because I'm barely able to move an inch, nothing will ever stop. In this fast-paced life I will stay slow. I will not let time blur your voices or the sounds of your laughter in my mind.
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Green Meadows
PoetryLife is a green meadow where green grasses grow. Some are tall bushes; some are just short weeds. No matter the length, no matter the size. Each one has a story; each one has roots. All are rooted to the humble earth, and all are under the radiant s...
