We ran up the stairs, and found Utopia,
A garden of aura you can only find in dreams,
Not all dreams take you to Utopia, he once told me.
There are those that leave you in throngs of fire,
Breathless and gripping.
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In Utopia,
splendrous hours of awe I spent in intoxication,
Could heaven be as wonderous as this I asked myself,
A place of immense peace and tranquility.
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No, none can answer a question that questions the sanctity
of heaven or earth.
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In Utopia, I left my heart behind.
-shobana-
SIMPLY SHOBANA 
It would definitely be an ideal and beautiful place. What sweet dreams are made of. Lovely writing, Shobana. 🙂
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Thank you, Brandon. I am glad for those dreams, they keep us sane:)
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What a peaceful poem! Absolutely beautiful.
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Thanks so much, Deepthy. I am glad you could feel the peace.
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Sounds lovely. We should all be so fortunate to experience such a place. For now, perhaps, only in dreams.
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