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a world less mean

I can write a happy poem
This I’ve always known
Despite the part of angry me
That reveals itself in my poetry
There remains a child deep inside
That escaped the battle
Surrounding me
Indeed I must dig deep
As I am doing now
To go round the heap
That blocks my view
I must climb a ladder
Made of faith
And rise above this dismal view
To see the sun again
Lighting up a meadow
With swaying flowers bright of hue
And trees stretching their branches high
With nested birds ready to fly
Into ever waiting cloudless sky
I hear the song of birds and bees
In harmony tones
A sound of happy nature serene
It’s time to see the world less mean…………..

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