If I were a billionaire,
I'd go to all the carnivals, and fair.
When I was still a child,
stupid me had visions,lame and mild.
Considering myself in the City of Townsville,as a power puff girl,fighting crime.
When I'll be the best seller author,I might donate each dime.
When I grew a little older,I wanted to work for Doofesmirth's evil incorporation,
decided to use the money I make to go on a world tour,grab all attention.
Can't confirm myself that lucky,so I smile with anticipation.
So much left to be seen,
In a vision,I've been.
Each day in a whole newly growing city,
all a vision,such a pity!
Travelling Europe like a hodophile,
photograph myself,collect my freshly written poems in a file.
Seat alone in a long balcony with a quiet beauty of a view,be it in a day or night,
at the skyscraper so tall beyond my sight.
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Rose garden that grew within me✔
PoesiI literally remember those days when I had this sort of conversation with my sister over the phone: "guess what?" "lemme guess another new poem!".🥀 and then we scream 'Yay' in our own world of happiness. I re-read some of my favourites among these...
