Imagination
Thing of mystery
It keeps me all so wary
Dream, think, remember
Also called the mind
Sometimes even as the soul
It is a wonder
Life, lived without it
Would turn us into robots
Living and toiling
Though a heart we have
A mind allows us to dream
To escape even
It's essence mystic
It's origin yet unknown
It's name known to all
Imagination
The most loved tool of poets
That which we treasure!
Anoucheka Gangabissoon
5/23/2014
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