Poem 1- Fairytales

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It's a charming poem where the author (which is me..hi!) intervenes the threads of fantasy and reality. It's a place where humans consume characteristics like fuel, and the boundaries between imagination and existence blur. The poem weaves together elements from various fantasy realms, creating a dreamy, enchanting atmosphere. It's an ode to the power of imagination, inviting readers to embrace a world where Disney and Marvel tales are a living part of history and where reality (especially including schools) are hailed as a devil ,cause dear, it's a place of fairy tales.
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Poem

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What if there was a world where!!?

A world where humans could drink,
characteristics as a fuel,
with all the qualities in them,
shinning like some jewels.
Where things I believed,
as a kid actually exists.
Iron man, phoenixes
and the evils they resist.
A place where all the fairytales
are marked as history.
A kingdom where pure magic reigns,
protected by the pen of Mr lee.
If it could only be a dream,
then fine I'll never wake up.
I'll just build a cozy home in Neverland
and then search for pixie dust.

It'll be a blend of every fantasy world,
hand picking every beauty,
together it'll be furled.
A place where tales of
honesty and heroics,
are not only in the books.
A place where
the future is self-designed
and not balanced on destiny's hook.
Darling it's a place where fairytales
are marked as history.
A kingdom where pure magic reigns,
protected by the pen of Mr lee.
if it could only be a dream,
then fine I'll never wake up.
I'll just build a cozy home in Neverland,
then search for pixie dust.

Just trust me and watch
as the Stardust dances high,
it'll calm the chaos that
once defined our lives.
then gently
let's make our dreams unfold,
in the magical pattern,
as children we were told.
Don't be afraid,
just hold my hand,
I'll show you the way,
we'll first reach wonderland,
it's just a few stars away.
Then we can dance all night,
in the Saturn's rain .
Oh! it's just a different reality,
don't call it insane.
cause it's a place of fairytales.

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-R

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