Fantasy Feigning
The book I read
Was put down on my bed
How the imagination spread
Made my will go ahead
Through the window, rain was bringing the fog
Tapping my head towards the prolog
I stretched out my finger
And the movement didn’t linger
Sun shined upon the hill I saw
My eyes could feel the peaceful awe
On the fresh verdure, the dew twinkled
And the hued flowers danced in sprinkled
Dove’s flap was a harmonious song
Children played with the snakes daylong
The sheep was snoozing along with the lion
I saw my feet climbing the Zion
The book cover was closed
And the window has left unclosed
Outside was still raining
All the “Goods” were the book’s fantasy feigning
Writer: Grace Jun
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