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Jul 2019
In the wonderful mind of a child,
there is no more greater wild,
to run free and to think happy,
all the while, being pure and carefree,

Our minds are unique,
our thoughts are concrete,
with the wave of our brain,
we can create the rain,

Can you hold the same?
can you see the gain?
to think outside the box,
to think of this joyous day,

A rich array of color scheme,
a beautiful dance of vibrance,
animals of different origin,
and depth of creations,

Now come follow me here,
not by walking or talking,
by thinking and using your magic mind,
and create the land that lives in only our reality.
migayle ocuaman
Written by
migayle ocuaman  19/Bigender/philippines
(19/Bigender/philippines)   
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