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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In strokes vigorous, I swim a river of dreams And reach a magic citadel without seams. This is not built in stones or brick, But with imagination’s wonderful trick. In silent whispers, ideas sprout and bloom Painting colours on walls of my mind’s room With every turn of thought, a new land of wonder is built No storm or tempest can its structure shake or wilt. Through verdant planes and mountains high Like a bird on wings, I shoot up into the sky How like a child, I play in the fields of imagination From tormenting troubles, how it allows me a liberation Sadly, I can’t dwell for ever in this playground of fantasy. Sometimes reality violently shakes me out of my fallacy. Tempestuous waves come beating against my sandy shore. To be tossed by every passing wave is man’s lore. All fanciful thoughts, at times, fly away like dandelion seeds, And in the thorns of life, mind gets scarred and it bleeds. At times I wonder, where has gone my fancy’s cool lagoon Did it go dry in the blistering heat of summer’s horrid noon? Laden with despair, at times, I fall crumbling on the floor. My expedition on imagination’s wings, I am unable to restore. In life’s course, there are times when I reach a dead end, Leaving me to wonder, how my battered days, I can mend. I pray, let imagination revive and fuel my soul, With visions of beauty that makes my life whole. When days and nights turn burdensome and long, I fancy, hearing the lilting strains of a soulful song.
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