Real
I stepped outside to admire
The beautiful plants and flowers
And I thought how beautiful nature is
And then a tired labourer walks past
With a broom in his hand
And soil on his pants
Oh! Mother Nature has been
Putting on a show all this while
And then I suddenly realized
That nothing is real anymore...
Real
Labels: poem
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