Value Of My Imagination

In the misty fair of a fantasy town,

O traveler, lost, yet profound.

How many dreams have I gently tied,

To fleeting moments where hopes reside.

In my veins, thoughts flow as streams,

Wire-spun whispers of poetic dreams.

In slumber’s depth, they softly creep,

As I surrender to the arms of sleep.

My mind's a bird, it yearns to soar,

Untethered, free, to the skies it adores.

Imagination clings to branches high,

Where love’s sweet echoes softly sigh.

Rivers of passion, flowers of grace,

Blossom and flow in a timeless embrace.

Hold me close, where hearts entwine,

Quench my soul with verses divine.

On blank pages, pain finds release,

My pen, my ally, crafts fleeting peace.

I’ve etched my truths, raw and deep,

For poetry’s boundless spirit to keep.

Innocence may not linger here,

Yet dreams are priceless, bright and clear.

Set your price for treasures rare,

But my imagination, none can compare.