Oh how lovely it was!
When the world loved.
When there was no violence.
When people cared!
Sadly, the world is deprived.
It is deprived of its rights to care and love.
So when you see someone with possibility,
Hold them tight.
YOU ARE READING
To The World
Poetry"the inferno of words would be my demise if i did not express them." #501 in poetry #640 in poetry #689 in poetry #692 in poetry
