UTOPIA

Its your world, its your right, Never let it go away from your side.

I have walked the streets of the paradise town,

I have tasted the dew drops of the purified air,

I have made a trail of my own surging life,

And never a sin has been printed on the sand.

By love I swear, the oceans are infinite,

And I, the non-winged, have never seen the other side,

But only the horizon of peace, for peace shall be made,

And by this glint of hope, the sun shall arise.

And the hope that was never had a beginning,

Nor an ending shall ever conjure up,

This world is mine, this world is mine,

Let me sleep for I want to go to utopia. 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Mary Bosworth]

wonderfully written...a fine poem!