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11/15/18
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When flowers bloom,
And grasses grow,
When the light from the moon
Shines its heavenly glow.
When the ocean blue,
And sky it reflects,
Blushes different hues
As one would expect.
When the birds fly high,
And the fish swim deep,
When the stars shine at night
As we go to sleep.
We never understand it,
Why what we have seen,
We've taken for granted,
Even though they are like dreams.
When all this time,
The Earth has given away,
And has never gave mind
To taking or making us pay.
YOU ARE READING
Neon
Acak(SOMEHOW, REGULAR UPDATES) A collection of poems, short stories in poetic form, rants hidden in poetic form and other things that pop up in my head. *** Staring at the canvas, She chose to pluck a brush From her own head, And paint with the colours...
