Like a song or a vivid dream,
Imagination stays close it seems.
Its patterns, woven and embroidered well
Always have good stories to tell.
Most imaginative notions
Cause so many noisy commotions.
Mainly inside my head, that is.
But the result is endless bliss.
Like a movie and a play,
I see all those who dance and sway,
To rythyms created by their heads
Which soundly put them to sleep in their beds.
Driving Ms. Imagination is all in good fun,
But at times, when you find you need to run,
It's best to stay hidden under a blanket of stars
Than face a world which only notices your scars.
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Mihaela Vasileva
I write based on heart. I love based on thought. I think based on truth.
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