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There is a legend of old,
that speaks of a young girl.
Only by a small miracle,
was she brought into the world.
This young woman,
had a special ability.
She didn't see things as is,
but for what they could be.
A weed became a flower,
in her azure eyes.
Every clump of grass,
a glorious surprise.
With the world,
she shared her sight.
Giving them a glimpse,
of an inner light.
She told the people,
of the planet earth,
when it was still pure,
just after it's birth.
She spoke of roses,
in perfect, full bloom.
Of the wind, the air,
before smog and gloom.
She spoke of a time,
when no one fought.
Everyone listened and respected,
what others thought.
This Utopia was false,
claimed Sir Thomas More.
It did not exist,
was just folk lore.
She merely smiled,
and shook her head.
With sadness in her eyes,
these words she said.
The Utopia you seek,
is at your fingertips.
Just accept it,
and close your lips.
Look not with your eyes,
but search with your heart.
Only then will you realize,
We're all works of art.
Then she winked,
and said farewell.
She had more people,
to teach and tell.
No one would forget,
the girl's sacred duty,
of seeing the world,
for it's inner beauty.
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Originally, this was going to be a story, but I didn't have time to write it. I'm not happy with this poem, I just couldn't say it how I wanted to. ^.^; I believe that Utopia was written by Thomas More, as is mentioned in the poem. ^_^
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