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Imagination

I am the rose among the thorns

A flower that blooms after the storm

The butterfly during summer

And the snow during winter


I am the stars that shines at night

And the moon during the twilight

I am the cold wind during December

And the perfect night to slumber


But nevertheless the perfection

I will always be alone

For in this life perfection does not exist

And so I am.