Dancer With a Pen
Like a dancer, with a pen,
I dream of things that never were,
but might have been...
Imagination is my only tool...
a never ending source of fuel.
Sometimes tender, sometimes rage,
but this I cannot seem to cage.
Still, I long to set my sail,
cross seas of dreams and fairy tales.
My mind is full, my pockets bare,
I'll pen this tale for all to share...
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