A border is a line on a map,
An imaginative wounder land of the mind,
But if you put a wall,
The reality of separation,
The once welcoming opening,
Is now a guarded end to creativity,
An end to the wounder land that could've been,
And a start of fear and close mindedness.
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Moonlight Poems
PoetryPoems of a Moonlit Heart, Wilting starlight flowers, On a dark blue sea of sky, Moonlit flower beauty of the, Is more then me. By: Arra Righter
