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Dear Imagination, You set me free from the shackles of oppression, Tiptoeing on delicate ice Masterpieces came crashing to the ground where our tears fell, Broken shards unable to be pieced back together Crimson roses whispered of some kind of love While golden, honey hued cattails swayed to and fro in unison Our hearts were jumbled mazes full of wonder and admiration You held my hand and locked away my deepest fears and secrets You gave me wings and led me to majestic canyons that dipped below wide-bellied clouds That cried and cried, spilling raindrops one by one The skies darkened into twilight and the stars so many worlds away appeared before my eyes And you took me there A moonlit lake and hammock, quiet, gentle Solitude gave me the best of you, my friend Those vibrant peacock feathers promising change drifted away in the calm breeze And inside me, fire met water Yet both thrived Together in harmony with you Yours truly
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Jul 3, 2017
Jul 3, 2017 at 6:36 PM UTC
Dear Imagination
Dear Imagination, You set me free from the shackles of oppression, Tiptoeing on delicate ice Masterpieces came crashing to the ground where our tears fell, Broken shards unable to be pieced back together Crimson roses whispered of some kind of love While golden, honey hued cattails swayed to and fro in unison Our hearts were jumbled mazes full of wonder and admiration You held my hand and locked away my deepest fears and secrets You gave me wings and led me to majestic canyons that dipped below wide-bellied clouds That cried and cried, spilling raindrops one by one The skies darkened into twilight and the stars so many worlds away appeared before my eyes And you took me there A moonlit lake and hammock, quiet, gentle Solitude gave me the best of you, my friend Those vibrant peacock feathers promising change drifted away in the calm breeze And inside me, fire met water Yet both thrived Together in harmony with you Yours truly
We may feel suppressed from time to time, and we may not always be able to escape that feeling on our own, but with our imaginations we can.
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Jul 3, 2017
Jul 3, 2017 at 6:36 PM UTC
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