On the top shelf,
sits an old,
blue cloth
bound book.
Sunlight streams
onto the book's
gold lettering.
"IMAGINATION"
glitters brightly.
I grab it firmly
and bring it down.
I open the cover.
Words float
like smoke.
Rising slowly
up and away,
turning into
shiny hot
air balloons.
Reaching the ceiling
they change again.
Into tiny butterflies
that sparkle with the
colors of a rainbow.
Fluttering back
into the book,
the butterflies
become words
once again.
I close the cover.
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