Even in your darkest moments
The world still turns
When the dawn may seem
Like it will never come
The world still turns
When you are all alone at night
Watching the stars shine down
The world still turns
When the weight of all that surrounds you
Threatens to collapse upon you
The world still turns
There will always be a new day
There will always be a light
Waiting
For the world to turn once more
Nice work and captivating title.
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome!
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Absolutely. Hope is what keeps us alive 🙂 Loved it👌
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Yes, it often is all that gets us through the day. It is the bond that holds us all together at times…
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Lovely poem my friend and so true.
❤️✌️
BY FOR NOW
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Thank you, Dawn. 🙂
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Your Welcome my friend.
❤️✌️
BY FOR NOW
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Very very true
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I am so glad you understand and see the truth in this.
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I was so glad tobread the poem too. Msometimes I miss your pists as I get so many emails in, but I love your poetry, as it is always if depth
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It is quite alright that you miss them sometimes. I am so grateful that you take the time to read my posts and leave your thoughts.
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Great post mate & tittle is lit
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Thank you, Nirant. 🙂 I really appreciate this comment.
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Pleasure always 😉 🎀 mate
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🙂
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Great poem.
I get contrasting emotions of hope in a new day, but also a sense that we are insignificant and the world will keep turning regardless of our place in it.
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Karen, I am so glad that you picked out both of these themes. They are equally important, and though they may be troubling for some, they bring peace to those who understand (at least to me).
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I understand xx
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Your poetry never disappoints. I see such hope in this one, such love. Even when the world seems to be falling apart, a new day will come again. May I share with you one I wrote when first starting to write poetry. It does not come close to the caliber I see in this one, but … here it is
PROMISE
1970 © Barbara Grace lake
Night is ending and with the sun’s ascension into the greyness of softly dawning skies,
The luminescence of countless shimmering stars etching the still darkness is gently swept away
And with the dawn comes renewal of hope and warmth and courage for those who have buried yesterday’s sighs
Into the recession of sleep and dreams that yet may be fulfilled in the creation of another day.
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Thank you so much. I really appreciate both what you have said/picked up on, and the beautiful poem that you shared. It is very appropriate and pairs well with what I wrote.
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You write such Beautiful words they are moving.
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Thank you so much for this, Adnama. I an so glad they are meaningful to you.
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They are.
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Excellent poem 👏 There is always light beyond the darkest of clouds !!
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Thank you, Srikanth. 🙂
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