My mind ponders impossible ideas,
I lie there,
Motionless.
Not to think or do,
But to wonder,
Wonder about fairytales and legends,
"It's all a dream",
I tell myself,
But I know it isn't,
For fairytales aren't tales at all,
They are guides,
Leading us through our dreams,
And legends aren't what they seem,
They tell of unbelievable heroes,
But they are believable,
You just have to be bold enough to imagine,
Let your mind ponder and think,
It opens up a world,
Of meaningful possibilities,
Because fairytales are real,
and legends ring true.
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Who's Heart is This Anyway
ŞiirJust some poems that I come up with on my own time... Here's a sample of one in the book: We were a kaleidoscope of colors, Twisting and turning, At every possible moment. A new masterpiece at every view.
