PARADISE IN MAGICAL LAND
It is the land of my heart
It is the only one who can support lives
It was rich but unhealthy
Now, it was not that cozy
Looking back, it looks like fantasy because of it's beauty
Wealth is on the caves
Magic is on the waves
But now,
Trash is on the paves
The paradise is on the death row
The protector won't stay long
All the wise creation is the reason
To feel the unexpected season
Animals are extinct
Endangered savior is on the precinct
He's creation's mind was clouded by an instinct
This time we'll not be save by the ink
I miss the fresh air's whisper
I miss the paradise looks of mother
I wish I can hold the key of a savior
So soon, Mother Earth will be better....
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Fruit of My Boredom
PoetryA poetry that will make you feel like you are riding in a roller coaster.
