Literary Force Magazine Literary Force Magazine Volume 2 | Page 38

Their lives were quickly ending
Who were Jack and Jill?
Were they really on top of a hill?
Paradise Wish

In this modern world cars will sound
And the air is thick.
My home is this world
That my life is bound.
And my time is always with a tick
Let’s leave my world behind and talk about what I crave.

I wish to live with Mother Nature.
And have my children be nurtured in the arms of our mother.
I wish to feel the night breeze
On my skin while I sleep.
I wish to breathe in the day

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