Literary Force Magazine Literary Force Magazine Volume 2 | Page 39

to know how it feels to sneeze.
I wish to pick the flowers from the beds
and count petals till the end.
I wish to feel the soft silk grass on my feet
and have my toes buried in the dirt
I wish to feel the growing weeds
and stay with mother earth.

Is it wrong to think this in modern world?
I think of this place they call Paradise everyday
so I can visit it one day.
All my wishes of Paradise will come true.

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