Imagination
Imagination
When autumn rain falls,
Upon our roofs.
And when is heard,
The clatter of a thousand hooves.
When the birds sing,
Their song with their last breath.
When the world is near its end,
And when almost nothing's left.
When the God is leaving again,
For yet another winter.
That's when we should realize,
How lucky we are.
Living in a place without magic,
Not knowing magic isn't far,
Far away.
For imagination can bring horrible things.
But as long as we won't believe in it,
Nothing ever materialises.
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