The Other Side

Of radiant skies,
Of bluest waters,
Of quietest voices,
Of rustic planks,
Of cutest otters,
Of cleanest floors,
Of whitest mist,
Of cleanest air,
Of greenest plants,
Of greatest entertainment,
Of nicest people,
Of emptiest roads.
Never should we lament on wasted time.
For we can create august moments.
Even if the costs is afterlife.
The glares will always meet one way or another.


For world poetry day!
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