The Perfect World
The precarious balance of the earth on its axis,
Spinning ever so gently,
Cradling its precious cargo,
It echoes with the sounds of beating hearts,
The flow of water,food through green.
The days whirr past lives ever so quickly,
Only the days of sadness, death left behind,
Sorrow in the depth of innocent eyes,
Terror infused in every beating heart,
The delicate balance,
Balanced till when?
Only till the day we find Utopia.
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