27 January 2013
An untimely departure of reason. A picture that unlaces the mind.
A word of resounding accordance. No place for the unimaginative kind.
Rustic rivers flow, with words descriptive so.
Skies blemished with ash, steady as she goes.
A voyage of yourself, in the rivers of your mind. Though its source is hidden, hidden deep inside.
The place in which does differ, from one person to the next.
An ever flowing stream, through thoughts does it connect.
Before these words are spoken, your imagination must reflect.
For what is fact or fiction- imagination; the minds true test.
~Larko
A World Of Imagination • Opuss № I