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Twinkling of a Fantasy

Upon the twilight of a glowing light, a period before the darkness of night may show an elusive appearance that got away. From a vision, we observed a delightful image, which may not be restrained within our sight. The colors of glitter that stares at us from above may show an impressive display that one may not hold “like a twinkle in one’s eye.”

“A capricious impulse of your thoughts could be pleasing” like sleeping on a mountaintop of tall grass, dreaming of valleys full of exotic flowers beautifully arrange. Could the enjoyment of a twinkle inspire the gaiety that flashes when dancing like stars that sparkle along the edges of shores along the sea skies? An intimate moon flows with softness gliding itself across the horizon to show off its flare.

Has the illusion of sensation pass through an unsuspected mind or are we waiting for the next fantasy to visit us again?

The fantasy of dreams may come to be a source that has been stored, not quite understanding the dependence that it holds on you. This temptation of discourse could allow an obtrusive contemplation, not realizing the consequences that one may be subject to. Will the wandering mind look at this as a farce trying to find the comical side of this unusual dilemma?

“How does this shiny flash happen so fast” that in the brief moment, it appeared it was there, and now it’s gone? Is there a way to keep your imagination intact or “has the image flew by and been swallowed up,” not giving any response to ask if this is real or not?

Would this unawareness lead to a delirious onset, “being lodged within one’s mind, and it feels it’s stuck in a four-walled room, and you can’t find your way out, but you keep looking for the door?”

“While staring across the rivers and fields of meadows, you seem to focus on the ceilings of glass, and you see approaching is a quarter moon smile, and your eyes sparkling like a star gazing in the winds of chime. You hear the bells ringing some sort of an enchanting melody.”

“The twinkle has a tendency to sneak in and get a glimpse to see if it can catch you by surprise,” allowing to show you this fantasy that put you in a persistent delusion, “not grasping what one knows or sees!”

Can one acquire the perception needed to avoid the imbalance that seems to pursue the imagination? Or has this unnatural instability remain within to become a misleading conception? “Did we happen to lose any fragment from our mind or are we following the fantasy that guides us to a carnival on the hill?”

Will pieces from a daydream show a desire to fulfill the glare, which took you by the hand and lead you to the clouds above, “so you could talk with the winds of time?” You find yourselves looking upon this wild visionary fancy with no comprehension of your where about, the twinkle shined, and it brought forth a gleam of brightness that glowed on your face.

This impressive sight seems to be above our normal heights. “Has a phantasm of make believe bring us an uncontrollable mind-set, wondering is this all a dream? Thinking may come to bring us a conclusion that’s unsubstantial amongst our sanity.” Did this just become a typical formality that was engaged from years back? Or has there been a pattern set in an orderly fashion, and we did not recognize it?

“It appears as the fantasy walks upon the dust of the clouds, it’s waiting for the twinkle to illuminate out of the dark!”

“Hearing the fluttering of wings gathering around in a circle ‘to watch the fantasy crying from a floating mist of greenish smoke’ as hands and arms were reaching out of the ground trying to reach the sky, and the twinkle flew by to bring joy to the light, amazed from its glow brought insight to those who know.”

“Allowing the fantasy to flow alone looking for its own harmony while the twinkle keeps blinking as it rides a wave on a celestial star trying to find its way home.”

“Will we not let the twinkle be content and welcome the fantasy when it shows up?”