In the Fantasy: Poem

 

In the Fantasy: Poem

When you play with a fantasy

And witness the birth of creativity,

The only imaginary

Incalculable fairy phase

Of everything magic, sweet, and swage

In the fantasy fairytale.

Let’s imagine

A storm that wept

To shed tears

Of dropped strong emotion

In our fantasy.

When it happens,

Let the drops of liquid fall.

Storm passes,

And guess what?

From the soil’s sorrow.

Petals open and grow

Toward the bright light –

Unbroken, strong, and alive.

Tomshinsky@2025