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FANTASY



I see so many beautiful flowers in this lovely garden
Am seated on this elongated log with a floral gown on and rainbow colours all over the place
It is just so amazing
I walk slowly into the woods and find many fruits 
Ranging from grapes to kiwis
From waterfalls to rivers 
From giant trees to deer
From beautiful cottage houses to wonderful designs
Isn't this so wonderful
I stand there in amazement and slapping the water with my feet
And helping myself with some fruits
With just a bite of it, i feel so rejuvenated, like a new born baby
This place feels like heaven and this can be my own special place
Pondering over these thoughts
Suddenly i feel a warm touch on my shoulder
As i slowly turned there He was
A very charming handsome prince bows down to me and takes my hand
And helps me on his horse 
The next thing i knew we were in his palace with chandeliers everywhere
Maids working with haste and taking strict orders
Petals, golden ornaments and statues beautifully arranged in his palace
It was just so beautiful
You should have seen it 
It will blow you away
I couldn't help it so i touched them 
It felt so smooth and shiny
He looked me in the eyes and drew me closer to him
He stared even stronger and as he began to draw more and more closer, there it was
My fantasy has come to light


 #peace #shalom


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