Sunday, March 15, 2020

Is There A Place?



Is There A Place?
By R.e. Taylor

Is there a place
Anywhere on this world
Somewhere man hasn’t touched
Concrete had never been discovered
And glass was still crystals of sand
There has to be a place
Animals still run wild and free
Plants grow tall to meet the Sun
Water flows smooth and clean
And the air smells of purity
Is there a place
Or has man ruined everything

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