Tuesday, 11 March 2014

Spell of Imagination by Venia

Unicorns with silver hair,
pegasi, horses and a mare,
with purple eyes and brownish skin,
what a great place I live in.

Suns arose ahead of me,
on the blue planet a pair of three
ghosts above the clouds so high
flying through the dark black sky.

Thunderstorms out from my hand
there is nothing, that I do, I can't.
Almighty might you think I am,
but imagination is the thing I can.

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