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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic

In the mist of a hot,harsh weather, one seeks refuge in a virtual land of gold and perfection, of personal creation, and then returns with it, but in the way he/she went.



With my eyes not closed,

As the sun’s heat pressed,

I did take an adventure,

  An adventure of pleasure.


An adventure in to a virtual land, greased.

Like a perfect creation plan, fixed,

I did create a people with pleasure,

Living fairy tale leisure.


A people not pressed,

To get what had them blessed.

Yet I had the greedy pleasure,

To see this unique treasure.

I had my self stressed,

I seriously secretly pressed,

I sought for a closure.

And stole this treasure.


Then my wits were let loosed.

From Eldorado I did return, pleased,

Though with my virtual treasure,

And yet, no visible treasure.

Submitted: August 30, 2012

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