Unreal world

Some things are so beautiful it seems.

They are only found in dreams.

Like from a picture.

Feeling unreal but being real mixture.

Sometimes a moment in live.

Sometimes nature, or a sunny day filled with light.

Maybe change.

Maybe sometime strange.

The feeling you get.

Is a feeling making you lit.

For in the world around us.

There is beauty that surrounds us.

This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country
Our world
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