In my world, the skies are always clear,
Each dawn a promise, no need to fear.
The trees whisper secrets, the rivers hum,
A symphony of nature, a gentle drum.
Mountains stand tall, guardians of dreams,
Their peaks bathed in golden sunbeams.
Flowers bloom with colors so bright,
A canvas of beauty, pure delight.
In my world, hearts are kind and true,
Every soul is cherished, me and you.
Laughter echoes in valleys wide,
Joy and peace walk side by side.
Stars at night weave stories old,
Tales of heroes, brave and bold.
The moon smiles with a silver glow,
A silent watcher of the world below.
In my world, love reigns supreme,
Uniting all in a common dream.
A place where hope forever thrives,
In this realm, my spirit truly lives.
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Halima Begum
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If the sky is clear the power is yours. Well done on the poem.
That's a beautiful and evocative poem!