The Reality of Dreams

In beauty runs an illness too terrible 

to meet.

In compition lives an energy dangerous 

to keep.

In love there breaths a passion so personal 

and deep.

That forests will burn and people 

still sleep

Is unbarable but still to be awake and live in reality is 

would be life incomplete.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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