Imagination
Up here our homes are made of glossary silken strands
that perch on fluffy snow white clouds.
Above us are azure skies where the unicorns play
far out of human sight they gavotte and pivot.
Look and see the mammoths strolling through the clouds
and join old sages and poets learning from their words.
In the sky our walls are made of oblique silk
spun in many colours that flash and sparkle in sunlight.
Life here is peaceful with respect shown to all
so called goodies are valueless up here.
Instead the good things in life are free
as we live in our sky home in tranquillity.
1/26/2016
not for contest
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