A Short Poem for My Wonderful World
"In front of me I see the sea
behind stands the cold face of the
East Cliff And as the sands trickles through my fingers
I think that this world is very beautiful
And sitting on a hill looking out across the fields
I notice the shimmer of the lake near
the tress
Shadowing in the sun, I pluck a petal from
a flower
And think that the world is very beautiful
The city towers above me
Cars rush and made the shadows dance
The moonlight falls and Moments of
Silence blanket the city The rain wets my hair
and skin
And I know that this world is very beautiful
In each corner
In each tip
and even in the cruel sea
Beauty is all around us"
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