Imagination

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I can hear the sweet sound of rain,
Dropping on tiny stepping stones,
That lead to world of your imagination.

Grey clouds cover the sky,
Letting rain leak out of them,
Knowing soon that they will go away,
And give way to a new bright sunny day.

No one knows how or why?
Just knowing in tough times,
Your imagination can spread across the world,
And then you will know,
That you've found your place in the world!

Told you I would update.
Another update soon for all of you.

And I am thinking of Making another book with Ll of the stories that I haven't finished. What do you think? Write your thoughts in the comments below!😇😆
Peace out ✌🏼️

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