A lot can happen in a moment.
It may be dim, or a change that's brilliant.
The end of one life, the start of another;
A war waging between sister and brother.
Sometimes it's a small change, sometimes large.
Sometimes, it makes us want to take charge.
But even though we may not see it,
One can always guarantee it.
A small change ending a torment,
A large one you may not warrant.
It may just be one of life's exponents,
But everything can change, all within a moment.
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posted 4 years ago, edited 4 years ago
My first poem, made back in 2018!
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