The imagination holds a lifetime

Of dreams collected

Worthy pearls never static

Riding fluidly

Across the landscape of a body

Flowing like waves

Smiling like love

Leave those shallow tides behind

The life without a soul

Dwell here often in this mossy knoll

The imaginary realm where you become passion


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