Place I live

You think I am mad;
Who writes about love, life
And fairy tales of the imaginary world;
But, Secretary you wish to live in it;
In the world I spin;
Where no sadness of life we live;
Which seems beautiful;
But you think still it’s a lie;
Impossible to make;
Still, I wish I could take you there;
For a ride of possible world;
Where happiness fills;
In nature, where ever you walk;


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