Imagine
When the
nights are cold,
And I
snuggle into my bed
Warm near
the fireplace,
Nightlamps
burning.
Changing
sides,
Deep
thinking.
In solitude
I’m reading
a book
How the
story unfolds
Revealing
the truth.
The voices
I hear
The scenes
I imagine.
A dream or
nightmare?
Which side
of the wagon?
Drowning in
sorrow
Or excited
with joy?
I’m full of
adventure
Ready to go
on a ride.
Shutting my
eyes
Another
world opens
And then it
begins
The journey
so slow
I love the
expressions
Full of
emotions
Characters
I build
With twists
and turns
I’m lost
midway
It’s
morning when I return.
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