this ideal world

my dreams

are this ideal world

full of magic and other

extraordinary things

as well as ambiguities

I am the author

the only director

I chose beginning

I develop

I sometimes end a dream

ghosts of naturalism

jerk my soul with 

indescribable jealousy

hoping to win

and cross my fantasy

never ending battle…   

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