Imagination

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Worlds grow,

Budding behind unfiltered eyes,

                Breaking from tradition.

Christened creativity,

In actuality,

                Unrealized forms of magic.

The potential,

Obscured by spoon-fed reality,

                Sprouts in spring.

But late evening,

Brings unexpected frosts,

                Sinking into spindly, baby roots.

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