Imagination is collective dust
Made known with weavings
Through a tapestry of thoughts
With a paintbrush
With a pen
With a mind
With a stroke of courage inked.
Imagination is a barefoot run
On the endless grasslands in Mongolia
Holding hands with the one
As our laughter
Receives a reply from nature
Whispering a wild welcome
Through the puff that separates us.
Imagination is not an escape
From what we call
The fundamentally questionable
Reality.
Imagination is perfection
A utopia that provides hope
That kindness elevates
That stars don’t diminish
That art has an audience
That we still feel something.
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Jamie this was lovely!
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Thank you!:)
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