Hidden World

Never ending

Pure and surreal

Rivers and lakes clear as Quartz


Trees of stories

Mountains of futures

Lands of memories

Skies of dreams


I begin


Seeing with my brain

Feeling with my eyes

Hearing my surroundings


Yet, I remain in silent slumbers

Suppressing my mind with unhealthy hungers

Of the horrors

In this society

But then,

Learning provides euphoria

The world shows some elegance

Here, drawn back,

I eat, sleep, and breathe you to survive


The world of enlightenment,

What more can you provide?


This poem is about: 
Our world


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