The Fantasy Within
The Fantasy within of pleasures we highly esteem
Are they moments we hold and feel their strength?
Fantasy is a silent wish between reality and dream,
Revelation that promises thrills with each breath.
A chance to meet paradise and cruel inventions,
I want to learn and discern a buzz in the distance,
Dare to dream aloud of other beautiful companions,
In a game that leaves the world a path to trace.
Time makes me want to die in this generous grace,
Find a realm where no one holds what I can control,
glaze of a place each person runs a different race,
And the burning cry is a sore wound within my soul.
I love to take some pleasure now than when I die,
And have more of everything lovelier than fantasies,
Taking the happiness that we engulf with our destiny,
Treating sublime images in mind with tears and fears.
The fantasy within is more than a beautiful despair,
Splendid birth of riveted charms captivating the soul,
A beautiful description the baited world wants to share,
Some fantasy of secret hidden treasure that you hold.
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Topic(s): fantasy fiction
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