In the flight of imagination
at times I take a trip to heaven.
My eyes are like mirror
everything I dream is a wonder.
It shines like a star in the sky
with no wings I often fly.
No one but god knew
that all times I flew.
I wish to live my dream
and always try to beam.
I like to imagine the impossible
because everything is possible.
I don’t listen to one and all
that fantasy is wrong and false.
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