The Imagination That Never Leaves,
Through the minds it weaves,
Cannot bear to separate
From a certain few.
The Imagination feels at home
So it stays within the minds' domes.
Yet for others, it feels as it must pack most bags and move
At a certain age to never return.
Where the Imagination goes,
Who knows?
To another baby, perhaps,
But none of us lose it all.
The certain few blessed with an Imagination That Never Leaves grow up never truly alone,
For they have friends who stay and know
The secrets of the people with a gift-
The Imagination That Never Truly Leaves.
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Poems
PuisiEveryone has a story to share, And we share it in different ways. Whether it's unlike others or can be compared, I would love to tell you mine, In the form of rhymes. +SLOW UPDATES+
