Imagination - Poem by Catherine Novick
Imagination is a flower with lots of petals.
Imagination has a different perfume every time you use it.
Imagination is a long strand of pearls.
Imagination whispers in my ears.
Imagination is the face of fun.
Imagination chirps in my mind.
Imagination is my dream.
Imagination doesn't have a specific flavor; for me, it's raspberry.
Imagination is when I hear the voice of my mind.
Imagination touches my thoughts, invades them.
Imagination is the family of ideas.
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