In this world of mine,
The sun chose to shine,
On the pretty blue skies,
Even though, the people cried.
The rain poured down,
When the sky chose to frown,
On the wet muddy ground,
Even though, we wore pretty gowns.
Informative boards,
Where the trees used to grow,
On the busy, dusty roads,
Even though, we stick to our phones.
A pretty, clever girl,
She's out of this world,
With her golden hair curled,
Even though, her heart burned.
A thin short boy,
Who never had a toy,
He saw his dreams destroy,
Even though, he seems to enjoy.
The things I see, I wrote,
From one side of the globe,
About the paths, I've rode,
Awaiting for a stranger's note,
Who dwells in my world,
On the other side of the globe.
-Debra R. N. Ludwick-
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