Fantasy
Leave the world behind,
Enter my own mind.
Hidden mindful fantasy,
Tucked away crispy,
On fresh off white pages.
Take a hand,
But don’t forget to run.
Carry on until the last drop
Of ink has run dry.
And the covers snap shut—Good-bye.
So many possibilities;
So much wonder masked by
Colored images and fantastic words.
Brings me on a journey
Providing haven from truth.
Keep me safe, books of life,
send me on adventures!
Until the bell tolls again and
I am forced to wander home,
Accompanied by the books in my mind.
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