There are some people who live in a dream world, and there are some who face reality; and then there are those who turn one into the other.– Douglas H. Everett
A New World
Dedicated to a new future,
Why can't I hear the angels singing?
Why can't I hear the silver bells ringing?
They used to sing and ring in the ancient times
I remember seeing rubies and diamonds as big as dimes
But that was a different life full of adventure and hope
Where vines of trees used to be ropes
I visit that place every night
Where there are flowers at every sight
There the flowers eternally are in bloom
The people there know no doom
I visit that place every night when I sleep
It's my place, only for me to keep
The place that I dream of is how our world should be
With no pollution in the air and plastic in the sea
A/N: I'd like to thanks Artemis's Hunt for agreeing to beta-read this poem. (Go check her out on fanfiction.)
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