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A World of Beauty

 

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If I waved a magic wand around

Over myself and me alone

I’d want a bed of duck down

A quilt of lambs wool sewn

In my yard Peacocks would flaunt

On my walk great lions would haunt

In the lake a school of fish would swim

The shining scales flashing silver fins

If I were to be a Queen you’d see

I’d summon trumpets to play for me

I’d feed the sick, give the poor my pay

Not turn my eye away from the frayed

In the evening my lamps would shine

Glowing lights for all the darkened lives

The sky would glitter flashing stars

To keep all safe from the harsh

A scented breeze would cleanse the air

We’d sleep a dream so sweet so long

Of hopes  to fix all that was wrong

Morning sneaks across the sky

The cats run home the light arrived

A little bird puffs feathers smooth

Erupts its song for all to move

A red sun rises from a cold sea mist

A world of beauty surely does exist

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