whimsical flights of fancy appear
my heart is all a flutter
light bulbs bright and clear
tempt me like no other
when closed is the wooden door
your impulse cap charges
all lines signal in uproar
extreme escape enlarges
the mundane being, you once led
in chaos has erupted
among the grey matter, on paper shed
flights of fancy less corrupted
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I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. Such a nice poem, Samantha. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks