Poetry In My Dreams

Unfinished or Ongoing

The world is like an unfinished poem,

No one knows how it will turn out to be,

The world is still in its youth,

So to say,

Still growing,

ever glowing

In its innocence, Unpredictable in its

outcome.

Forever within a poem, its persistent tides ever churning,

Using its lessons to keep

on learning.

Simplistic in its complexity.

It dreams of all the stars but, it's unsatisfactory.

Unfinished or ongoing, which will it be?

The world is like this poem,

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