I am flying. There are legs
I'm crawling. There is a mustache
I bowed. There is a backbone
I floated. There is land
I am living in the dream. I have reality
I forgot to remember there is a brain.
I am in letters. There is poetry
With poems, I am in Imagination
© Manakavingyan
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