How you feel
Determines how you perceive the world
When I was depressed,
The world was dark and gloom
Light, an illusion
A facade
When I am happy,
I see happiness and bloom
Bright colours and flowers
I hear the wind whisper
And I wink at the bugs
The leaves have a new light to them
And the world is just a dreamland
My dreamland.
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Random poems
PoetrySometimes, the only way we can truly express ourselves is by penning our emotions. When we need to be heard, but no one seems to listen. The only option is to write in hope that someday, someone truly worthy will listen and understand.
