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In the playground of imagination

Hiding inside a box While my rivers run wild Gardens dance to my tunes Songs sung in a voiceless mode Eyes sparkle with shiny stars Poems bleed on empty pages Mundane structures matter not Love, free, extols of itself Suffering, once heavy, gets shed off And a thousand moons illuminate the nights Hiding inside a box While my rivers run wild Evergreen forests Fairies' delight Rainbows sparkle with gurgling laughter Once humans A God and a Goddess lose themselves in each other Finding in each other, Oceans yearning to be explored Creatures seeking to be discovered Hiding inside a box A whole world thrives Imagination plays games known to no one else For Contest Pick-A-Title, Vol 50 Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh Written on 12 April 2025

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Date: 4/24/2025 8:28:00 PM
When we are in the playground of imagination, "Eyes sparkle with shiny stars Poems bleed on empty pages" . Only a poet of imagination can write beautiful poems. Beautifully written dear Anoucheka.
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