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the days were beautiful and bright,
joy was simple with bliss;
dreams were abundant,
with an occasional hope.

so distant those days,
out of sight and reach;
the dreams are barren, hopeless.

joy is complicated with grief,
the days aren't as bright
nor as beautiful.

no crop left,
not a sole.

despair, reaped and sowed.  

Author's Note

If anyone has a suggestion for a title, I would to hear it, just leave it in the comments section. If the imagery and syntax doesn't make alot of sense, it's mostly because of an obscure image that came to me, it's a big metaphor.