On Wings of Imagination
My imagination
soars on delicate wings.
I'm a kite without strings,
a bird in migration,
leader of a nation,
heir to the throne of kings.
When my adventure ends
there's no need of sorrow,
for when comes tomorrow
my mind will make amends
when life graciously lends
the visions I borrow.
On whimsy's back I'll fly
Reality... "Goodbye."
March 20, 2021
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