This poem is about how people lose their imagination.

So let's begin 

Lost World

The world of  the unknown,

Known only to some, 

Imagination it is called,

Many lose it when they are grown;

It is a world in itself,

Lost by many;

If you still have it,

Don't forget to explore

And don't lose it;

If  you lose it, 

There i a way to find it

And explore it;

Better to be explored ,

Than to be lost;

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Alright.

That was the poem

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