With fantasy The leaves turn green. The water's blue. With fantasy, Though doubters dreaming differently Won’t see the tower that I do, I clean my windows. See what’s true With fantasy.
Linked to Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt. The photo above was provided by her. The poem is a rondelet described by Ronovan.

Lovely !
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Thank you, Dakshali!
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Most welcome !
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iMaGiNaTioN
Seeing Deeper
Than Measure
Being More Than
Science Will Ever See Or Be i AM
SMiLes Frank Happy Chicago SaTuRDaY iN A ParK ALWaYS NoW..:)
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I agree. The imagination sees deeper. Thank you, Fred!
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SMiLes Frank
Still Digging
Chugging
Choo
Chooing
A WHoLE in
My iMaGiNaTioN
To China But it
Seems India
Is usually
A Destination
Rich Treasures
Of Soul
i Keep
Finding
THeRE
Colors Muse
My IMaGiNatioN
In Hues Of New Souls🚂
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Seeing what’s true with fantasy…I like that Frank. (K)
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Thank you, Kerfe!
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This is lovely Frank 💜
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Thank you, Willow!
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A pleasure Frank 💜
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Fantasy can provide the clearest lens 🙂
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It can. Thank you, Sue!
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Beautiful, Frank. It’s so lovely to read you again.
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Thank you!
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Loved the piece. It’s amazing what one can see.
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Thank you, Michele!
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