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Between the tear that falls...
and the smile that brightens, there is a domain,
I call my own.
A realm of fantasy, and freedom...
where I can soar on a whisper,
and glide into my dreams, revealed.
In this most special of places...
peopled with the real and fanciful,
I find myself, scaled and horned,
dancing upon the wind, winged.
Stopping only long enough...
to talk with some of its denizens.
What stories they spin and weave...
as they try to guide my flight.
Leading me onto paths untried...
with visions neverbefore seen.
Opening my multifaceted eyes wide,
to the rivers of emotion flowing.
Until at last, I land, gasping...
trying to catch my breath...
curling my body tightly around,
until my snout reaches my tail.
And there we sit, my tail and I,
the circle joined...and complete.
written by Terry Shorer |
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