The World is a Blooming Flower.
Its aroma, as if magnetic,
Enthrals people from every region to unite.
It's petals, vivid in colour,
Sparkle in a technicolour fashion,
Reflecting the bright future of the people who live in the World.
The World is a Juvenile Horse.
Charging at hope and abandoning despair,
In its fast gallop.
Man brings Joy to its surroundings,
The emissaries of the World,
Charging at peace and abandoning war.
The World is an Altruist.
Always giving to the creatures which inhabit it,
And never asking for something in return.
It sets the example to humans,
Treat as you wish to be treated,
Pandora's box has closed again.
But of course, this is all,
Imagination.
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Stories between the lines: A collection of Poems
PoetryThe world is what you perceive it to be. These are short poems and haikus which I have been inspired to write by what has happened to me and those around me, giving you an insight to how I perceive the world around me. I do cover some self-harm and...
