To Imagination

A swim Unto high waves of imagination, 
So seriousness blends with inspiring wine; 
Drink of silence made infusion, 
That mind grows soft then thick and aflame.
Its yard is adorned with hope full merry; 
Ward of profound, born new sublime, 
A seduced aggression is it being imaginary; 
That wakes me from seven seas of prime. 

Nithin purple

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