As I age day by day
I feel creativity and imagination slipping away from me
I am no longer able to delve into bizarre fantasies
My only assurance is my childish dreams at night
to know that somewhere inside me
there is still that little girl
who is able to paint pictures and colours in the air
who is able to make dancing music notes pop out from the rhythm of a playing song
who is able to travel different adventures from timeless books
that girl
who is able to find that pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.
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