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Fantasy
A gentle care bear drifts on a cotton sky,
Where imagination fans its wings so high.
In soft dream, he cruises past starry streams,
Lost in sweet reverie, where wonder gleams.
With playful whimsy, clouds become his throne,
A castle where he laughs, all on his own.
Through misty halls of hallucination, bright,
His visualization , a magic in pale light.
The bear floats on, heart open and free,
A silent hug in that cloud-land fantasy—
Where every child can drift and see,
A world from words, alive in reverie.
Copyright ©
Jay Narain
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