Perfect World Poem by Abigail ACL

Perfect World



u find ur self flying
in thin air
thin ice
thin clouds
lost in a perfect world
made of gold where violence n peace
never where
just silence
the sound of birds whispering....
the sound of the air hissing....
the sound of ur voice echoing...
threw the perfect beautifull trees just lisening....
to the echo of ur voice and
to the sound of ur heart.......

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