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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


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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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