I always wanted to write a poem about nothing,
but i figured it was too hards since "nothing" to me,
could be something to someone else, so i rather
make a poem about something.
Something so beautiful can be seen in everyones eye,
everyone loves to see beauty, but when i say beauty,
i dont mean beauty as in a physical form of a woman.
beauty can be expressed in so may different ways.
a flower is beautiful, giving it a gentle touch to see
and feel how soft the texture is, the color that might
brighten your day, the smell that can sometimes make
you wonder. a field of flowers that make you think
the inimaginable, the sound of a flock of birds circling
the area as if you were in their territory. a land yet
not taken by the englishman, a free land where someone
can yet do what they please. a place that excists,
but not only in our dreams but its a place that we can
feel, a place where we can think, a place that is not
corrupt yet.
something has never felt so free.
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