Beauty of Imaginations
The black and white devil clouds,
Becomes true beauty for me.
The sweetest vioce of singing birds,
Becomes a Song for me.
The stable leaves and branches of still trees,
Becomes high flying Birds for me.
Imagination beautifully colours your life,
Like a Heaven with all great vibes.
We can survive in imagination,
We can live in imagination.
We can roar in imagination,
We can die in imagination.
We sometimes like or hate imagination,
But imaginations never comes to the end till our death.
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