Let It Blossom
Imagination’s a blossoming flower
straight from the roots of the soul;
like the magic of clouds,
vistas open up to reshape themselves
morphing into colorful dreams.
Dribble a cloud and you will find
your dream riding upon a white horse;
a knight in silver armor
defending childhood’s castles.
Trace the lines in the face
to find the road beyond
a magical theme park
where colors are born of monotone
dreams and shape the future.
Let your imagination ride the rails
through cloud pastures filled
with fresh milk and dream-spices
upon a bed of pumpkin pie, a' la mode;
childhood is unbound.
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