You hate your town


the sun rises, the sun sets


Why do you think it so?

You are composed of millions of cells that give you life

You wake up in the morning and are alive to experience the day

You have a mind

To fill with dreams, hopes, ambitions

Your soul fills your body-allowing you to run

anywhere your heart desires

Words cannot explain how extraordinary you are

You think and feel and love and cry and wish on stars and dance and what on

this earth is mundane about that?

You are so many wonderful things

Boring is not one of them

You are a masterpiece in the puzzle of life

This poem is about: 
Our world


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