Their is no world
quite like the world of imagination
For her, she chases rainbows
and sails on oceans of delight
as she walks amongst the bright red poppies
her soul is wild and running free and her life is perfect
for as many hours or days as she likes
she constantly floats on cloud nine
without a care in the world
A familiar kind of imagination, yes, those were the days, my friend, we thought they''d never end.
ReplyDeletebeautiful, red poppies
ReplyDeleteIn that depressing world, imagination is a wonderful buoy
ReplyDeleteNice......
ReplyDeleteBeen there
ReplyDeleteSome days are great,..
others,... you imagine where you wanna be
is all
Have a nice day
Later
Quite the lady of fragrance :-))
ReplyDeletesweet day dreams...
ReplyDeleteHave a great day
ReplyDeleteLater
Very pretty poem and picture.
ReplyDeleteThanks Jenny and thanks to you all too x
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