In the hush of silver midnight skies,
A thousand worlds awake and rise.
Beyond the stars, beyond the sea,
Lives every dream we dare to see.
A castle floats on clouds of gold,
With stories waiting to be told.
A paper boat can cross the moon,
While comets hum a quiet tune.
The winds can carry whispered light,
Through endless fields of violet night.
And every thought the heart creates
Can open unseen, secret gates.
Imagination softly gleams,
The hidden language born from dreams.
For in the mind, both wild and free,
Lives all that is—and yet could be.
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