Imagine, if you will, a realm apart,
Where kindness blooms in every heart.
No shadowed thoughts, no bitter cries,
No trace of hurt behind the eyes.
A world untouched by wrath or pain,
Where only gentle truths remain.
Each dream is pure, each word is light,
And darkness fades from every night.
No sorrow stirs the peaceful air,
No anger finds a dwelling there.
Ideas like stars in perfect grace,
All actions woven soft as lace.
Time flows without a ticking sound—
Eternal days, no rush, no bound.
You choose when morning lights the skies,
And night begins at your goodbyes.
Does it not echo heaven’s face?
A tender, ever-loving place?
Oh, if this dream were truly spun,
What joy to live beneath that sun.

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