Author's Note: Inspired by the dreams that create artistic dexterity. All art is an interpretation of what the artist sees and feels in life.
Out of my bed and down the hall flew I.
Then down the stair case rail I did slide.
The front door opened just like magic.
Into a world of romanticism, majestic.
Where life and death are one in the same,
and good and bad are not a big fame.
Where dreams meet reality,
And mortals are more than humanity.
Where romance seems to take a role,
And good or bad takes a toll.
Where animals talk,
And danger jaywalks.
Where life can pass and time often stops.
The world of a writer created by endless imagination
That flows from a pen out on paper for preservation.
Endless possibilities that flow through their minds
Even after they unwind.
written by Evelyn Creon
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