Why I write

I write to escape the world around me

The world I write of is a contrast of one that ours is not.

Peace exists while war does not,

Love flourishes along with the flowers of the Earth.

Perfection has never ceased to exist,

While evil is unheard of.

Death takes no part in this perfect world,

Blood has never watered the soil of the Earth.

 

This poem is about: 
Our world
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