Our world through hidden eyes.

 The world tosses and turns

As if it is a spinning cyclone

Or a wave you are riding up and down

Mountains dividing but hope is lighting

The way, everyday there is something good

You just have to search, till you find all the hidden treasures

Of this beautiful world, only a grateful heart can see

This poem is about: 
Our world

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