Imagination
With wings on her feet and sun filled clouds in her mind
The little girl smiled so the flowers bloomed
And the pixies came out to play
Nightingales sang and crickets played
Shy gnomes giggled
While the butterflies twirled
And the girl spun until the dizzying world came to a still
Sitting heavily upon the cemented lot, her world faded
The sun glared down as she caught her breath and looked around
To see
That she was all alone.
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