Unreal world
Some things are so beautiful it seems.
They are only found in dreams.
Like from a picture.
Feeling unreal but being real mixture.
Sometimes a moment in live.
Sometimes nature, or a sunny day filled with light.
Maybe change.
Maybe sometime strange.
The feeling you get.
Is a feeling making you lit.
For in the world around us.
There is beauty that surrounds us.
This poem is about:
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world
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