This poem is made by a blogger called : Paintings with word, and loved it so much, so I decided to reblog it. And yeah, enjoy.
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A topsy turvy world is where I come from. The land is above the sky. The birds swim and the fishes fly. A new born talked about jewels. A dying man promised a life. I lived a thousand lives. And yet, None I can call mine. Is this a dream or is that?