a utopia
I look at the sky, and its blue as can be
its used for the who world
to see.
i look at the birds,
and it chirps kind words
they're happy,
because they have choice
and choose to be free,
i look at the flowers
do you see what i see ?
a rainbowof colours,
as bright as can be.
i look at the world,
and this is what i see;
undivided lands
in a circle holding hands.
no such thing as cultures
'cause all is the same
its the cure
for the world to turn sane.
by
andypandy114posted on 03/27/2008
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Nice.
Your utopia?
I would love to live there, kind of.
Although it's a bit too perfect...