Margaret Anne McCants
The Poets, The Thinkers - Poem by Margaret Anne McCants
Time stands still in a small part of the world.
A place with exotic plants and gardens,
And cures for all humankind.
A place with iridescent animals,
That would make your eyes thunder and glow.
A place with the tallest trees for the greatest forest,
That may hold the key to the history of the world.
A place with all the enchanting colors of the earth,
For one to paint the most perfect sunset ever fantasized.
A place were one can lose himself.
And find all the secrets once lost.
A place where love ins born,
An undeniable passions create undividable relationships.
A place for all the individuals of the world,
Regardless of the differences and conflicts between them.
A place where joy and innocence are plentiful.
And where all the true treasures of the world can be discovered.
This is my imagination, my hope, my desire.
A place where we are all poets, a place where we are all thinkers.
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