Longing
I long for a world I have never seen. I long for a world that has never been. A world where magic, nature and technology work in harmony; where we do not pollute sky or sea. I long for world I cannot see. A world I fear will never be. A world where I can write and draw without hurting dragon or bee. How my heart longs for this world that will sadly never be. I long for experiences I have never known. The brush of the Dodo or Kiwi feathers against my skin. The roar of a sabre-toothed tiger, that I long for in my bones. I hope that this world might exist, that we will not sell our world away hand over fist. I hope that when I die the veil will rise, that I will see with my inner eye. See through the mist. ©Adam Boustead
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