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My World is Different

I stand in a meadow
With flowers all around
Full of shades and colors
My world is different

I do not see the detail
I do not realise the beauty
I cannot identify the type
My world is different

I sniff the scents
I hear the birds
I feel the breeze
My world is different

I see the bigger picture
I imagine the shape and shine
I admire the clouds that tame the bright
My world is different

Different is good
It leaves a lot to explore
The world as everyone knows it
Has way too much in store 
-Tamrina 

Comments

  1. Priencess mom14 March 2021 at 08:09

    Nice poem

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  2. Kamini michra14 March 2021 at 08:11

    Very nice 👌 👌

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  3. Anonymous14 March 2021 at 10:46

    Yeah the world is different, as you have already explored the another dimension of this world. You can analyze it , where a normal person can't do .. keep it up .. this world is yours

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  4. Prarthna Swani14 March 2021 at 11:28

    Your world is real,
    Your world is pure,
    Your world is better,
    I know for sure!!

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