on the soft pastures green,
all kinds of sweet things happen.
with birds soaring freely,
humming their joyous tune.
the sound of clear running water,
streaming through the river.
white rabbits play like no one's watching,
while horses gallop elegantly.
lying beside him, was the sweetest thing.
though he never speaks at all,
it's good to know he's there.
there i was, lying almost motionless.
feeling solitude running all through me.
he, my imaginary friend never complained.
the agony of being so helpless,
is almost overwhelming, and i let it reside.
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