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Journey Between Pages

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I caught a glimpse of a magical sight

Where a beckoning door sparkles with lingering delight.

I took a step, enticed by its mysterious tone

And braced myself for a blissful adventure or risk alone.



Alas! Cold air caressed my cheeks

As I entered the wasteland where decay reeks.

Fear crept not but courage did

For when I saw a light, O Hope!  Granted my bid!



So I schlep along and the white light grew bright

And ingress to the Utopia I sought with might.

Then to the rainbow of versicolor, I sat and slid

Trekked to the wonderland with Nymphalid.



Everything’s perfect indeed, in this paradise

Where nature’s beauty reign and lies.

As pixies flew above to braid my hair

And gnomes guard this heavenly lair.



To the barge that flies, I rode next

Gawked in awe I stood without vex

As I saw a much marvelous place of springy blithe

With blooming flowers and towering trees concealing the light.



The barge then flew cloud-high like an eagle that soars,

Then halted in front of the castle dragon who roars.

A prince then came with his princess in hand

Petted the dragon and waved. “Come inside the castle I’m fond,”



With a grin painted in my face, I stared with dazzle

From the castle floor to the wall’s intricate tassel.

Floating, then we tried, like the mystic castle

Full of magic and many things to unravel.



Rapture was killing, so to bed I went

Inside a room with a majestic accent.

I stopped my eyes from closing wholly

For to leave my Utopia, I fear only.



The next thing I heard is the clock’s tick

As I hold a pen and a book with no writings but “think”.

I remembered the place I went that I thought exists

But was an eidolon, a wonderful dream I wouldn’t resist.



I won the wager, and took the risk

I said to myself as I muse and frisk.

Though I wanted to go back, dream or not

To the wonderland, paradise, the Utopia I sought



Then it crossed my mind, the empty book and the pen.

For my Utopia to wert, imagination is the key

So I wrote with devote and began my journey again.

But this time I assure, It’s not a dream but a wonderful place that I can see.
An old free verse poem of mine about dreams, hope, and imagination. Sometimes, we need to visit our respective Utopias despite the busy world even though it's only in our dreams.
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