Imaginary
I walk barefooted
on an imaginary sand;
I paint my masterpiece,
in an imaginary canvas;
I sing a lovely tune
In an imaginary voice.
My footprints
were washed away
by the imaginary waves.
My painting was hung
on an imaginary wall;
My song was heard
by an imaginary crowd.
Copyright © Jcb Brul | Year Posted 2020
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