Dedicated to Beccalourose
This piece means a lot to me which is why I'm dedicating it to my oldest friend.
Imagination is rare and few,
Captivated in the youth,
Burnt away in maturity,
To grow up is to lose that part
To lock the door to my world,
My world is a place where I'm free,
Where looks do not matter,
Where your intelligence isn't tested,
Where I can say what I want,
And not be judged for it,
My world is warm and welcoming,
I can mould it and change it,
I can splash it with colour,
Fill it with words and my opinions,
So that it is mine,
In my world I am not restrained,
I am not held back by people's judgement,
Nor am I afraid to say what I think,
My fear does not exist,
But is replaced with the power of imagination,
In my world everything there will inspire me,
It will make me think,
Send my mind racing,
To the possibilities,
I can uncover,
In my world everyone will be equal,
No one will abuse their power,
No one is judged by their skin and past,
And the whole of humanity,
Will join hands as one,
In my world only good exists,
There will be no poverty,
No racism,
Nor will their be sexism,
Because here, only our hearts matter,
In my world I can be me,
For there I will truly be free,
To open my eyes and see,
The wonders of imagination,
In a world created by me,
My World.
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The Song of the Sun and the Moon
PoesíaThe passion of the burning sun and the cool caress of the silver moon. Credit of graphics to ArtfulPoet- thank you so much for designing an amazing cover for my book! Credit of image to Dorina Costras
