The Fantasy Poem by Laura arwen

The fantasy is
my glory
The fantasy is
the beginning of
a dream
If everybody uses
the fantasy there
is an another
world
For some way
the fantasy is
trouble because it
is unstable
The fantasy is
a hope to
get better
The fantasy is
a great and
insidious gift
The fantasy is
an eddying of
ideas
Nowadays the fantasy
is a free
and boundless refuge
to hope in
a better world
and in a
spectacular silence because
we must protect
the memory
The fantasy is
the art of
dreaming
The fantasy can
render us crazy
because it requests
cares, attentions, peace
and solitude
The fantasy is
a monster of
intelligence
The fantasy is
irreplaceable because we
are hopeless to
think
The fantasy can
be a menace
for the intellectual
and the wrong
people
The fantasy is
the fortitude of
our brain