Follow me.
Through the colors.
Past shimmering glass.
Over piles of crayons.
Colorful sticks ahead.
Cotton balls above.
Can you hear the drums?
The beat of the winged creatures.
Flying so close to the ball of fire.
Feathers taking flight.
Come closer and see.
What my imagination has wrought.
A scene near and dear.
To my thoughts and dreams.
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