Imagined

Imagined

A Poem by Mark

Where does imagination go when we die?

WIll it click its heels and wind up 
back in bed, surrounded by family?

Or perhaps it will spend eternity weaving 
the darkness,
into things.

© 2013 Mark


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Interesting thought an very well communicated

Posted 11 Years Ago


I don't know haven't got there yet. But one thing we could do for our imagination will live forever, put it in words in ink or paint it with colors to create a beautiful craft. Your family will preserve it or someone will.

Posted 11 Years Ago



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Mark
Mark

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