sometimes i dream of a somewhat more perfect world.
a world i call my own.
a place where you're free.
no one to be judged.
no one left out.
no hate.
no religion.
no crime.
no war.
just peace.
everyone together and happy.
sometimes i do dream,
but a dream is just a dream.
it's not reality. the world
will never be perfect, because
nothing is perfect and there is
always imperfection.
there will always be crime, wars,
poverty, politics, etc. i am
a dreamer, that
dreams one day that the
world that i do dream of will
one day become a reality
and not just a dream...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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