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My dream land!

It's a world full of happiness,
Its my dream come true!
It's a place where trees do smile at you!
Everywhere is green,
not a dirt seen,
there are animals hopping around with
humans who're friends,
Thats my, my world!

It's heaven on earth,
a dreamy place,
there's nothing to worry about,
a place where everyone's young and smiling,
It's a land of cheery flowers and
shiny stars gleaming in the sky,
and there are no good-byes!
That's my, my world!

We could fly high in the sky,
and dance like the breeze,
we could shine like the bright sun,
and swim like the fish,
there's nothing that we couldn't do,
That's my, my world!

My world, my dream land!

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  1. Very elegant poems here ! the true beauty of all your works is the simplicity ..and really appreciate your inner vision to enjoy the simplest things in life ..small small happiness..big happiness:) ..wonderful to see your words on nature..you should write more !..

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  2. its really v romantic indeed... May your beautiful dreams come true...

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