Imagination Found
I sit in a chair on the edge of the water and write...
A dreamer told me to Imagine and then you will have sight...
My pencil dances in a rhythm of letters that find a home...
They cover a blank wish with rhymes that are not alone...
Soon the pages are full of my life that has just begun...
And now a scroll of Imagination pours from a life not done...
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