Paradise

April 12, 2009
By Filip Deptula SILVER, Haskell, New Jersey
Filip Deptula SILVER, Haskell, New Jersey
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We walk around the street like dumb men,
Too blind to see the sky,
Too deaf to hear the birds sing,
Too stupid to realize Paradise.

We walk through the hills weekly,
Only seeing what man built,
Never a moment of ponder,
We destroy the Earth's great quilt.

Eden's what we envision
To tell us the place of Right,
Little does anyone know,
We live in our Paradise.

Paradise is perennial,
No one can destroy perfection,
It is not land you can buy,
It is what you make of it.


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