Imaginations

Cherry blossoms dancing in the wind,
Landing on my silent fingertips.
In my hands, beauty that I can touch,
But looking up, there’s much more I can see.

Darting round the trees, a phantom deer,
Staring with its dewy eyes at me,
And there it fizzles into misty winds,
Whilst drinking in the sight of blossom streams

I’m sitting gently by the river’s edge.
The sparkling, ghostly koi that leap and splash,
Into a stream that had sat still for years,
Before I dipped my toes into the dreams.

My bright imagination closed its eyes,
Only to lull into a fitful sleep,
As there I sit, the beauty of the real
Has never been quite good enough for me.

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About pasameerday

I haven't got a lot of time to keep you interested, so I'll be quick. I'm a writer from the UK, primarily of fantasy and sci-fi short stories, and occasionally of strange, nonsensical poetry. I like cats, the Sims, and pizza, and I go to sleep to the sound of a keyboard. I've been writing for my entire life; to be honest, I don't think I could ever bring myself to stop. I have a feeling I'm losing you, so I'll bring this to an end before you slowly start to back up, hoping I'll stop talking long enough for you to make a quick getaway. Wait... Where are you going? Hey! Wait! ... Stop!!
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One Response to Imaginations

  1. Aishwarya AR says:

    The one’s you write are not misthoughts! They are what defines you! They are what makes me know you! I loved it! 😀

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