The Imagination (poem by F, Isci dedicated to Homayra) My mind flows like the air that never ceases, but moves like the waterfalls, flowing into a river or like a comet that rotates the earth in constant motion. I am in a world so different, colorful and free from reality of all kinds. I dance like the feather from the wind, I am free in a world of what imagining dreams should be and could only happen while asleep...............