He finally learnt to set sail,
build a kingdom
out of imagery,
escape the bars and walls
by travelling deep inside.
Soaring amongst the pages
of blood-like ink
and heart-spun tales
of struggles and glory.
He climbed mountains
of imagination,
abseiled each sentence
with ever-hungry eyes,
each poetic journey
becoming his very own.
Fell in love with Cyprus,
the sunset over Paris,
The Alps in Springtime
and Connecticut in Fall.
The Calendar
became less important,
as his Mind
absorbed and blossomed.
With Magic at his fingertips,
each day, he transported
his consciousness somewhere new.
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