I wish the world
was how it was once before.
When evil was locked up
unbeknownst to man.
When roses grew without thorns
and prey and predator
were not foe but friend.
When wind was just a song
and love the antidote.
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Philosophical perspectives {poems}
PoetryHi gorgeous >When my thoughts and feelings are suffocating me and I can't bear it any longer I resolve to poetry. >>Poetry is a form of art with which I can relate the unsaid to. I don't feel as alone knowing others are feeling the same thing as I...
