Vas's Poem
I had a magic pencil
So I drew myself a dream;
I'd known this world I thought I saw
Could not be all it seemed.
I walked up to my empty wall
And drew myself a door;
With one soft push it opened wide
And cautiously I stepped inside
Leaving all my fears behind me
Laying on the floor.
Beyond my doorway lay the world
As I knew it to be:
A canvas blank for each to paint
Their own Reality.
I saw the skies bleedingwith rainbows
From sleepless imaginations
And in my heart of heart
Of hearts I knew
This story I'd created
Would end-
As all such stories should-
In a cloud of butterflies...
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