Here's a poem:

"Fantasy, Not the Real Air"

In realms of dreams, where shadows play
Fantasy weaves, its ethereal sway
A world apart, from reality's grasp
Where imagination knows no clasp

_I. Illusory Skies_

Fantastical lands, with colors bright
Unicorns prance, beneath starry light
Mythic creatures roam, wild and free
In fantasy's realm, all possibilities be

_II. Ethereal Winds_

Whispers of magic, on windy days
Echoes of wonder, in sun-kissed ways
Fantasy's breeze, that gently blows
And transports us, to realms that glow

_III. Dreamscapes Unfold_

In fantasy's realm, the heart finds home
Where fears and hopes, are freely known
A refuge from, the world's loud din
Where imagination's beauty begins

_IV. Not the Real Air_

But when we wake, from fantasy's spell
Reality's grasp, our souls must tell
The difference 'twixt dreams and what's true
And fantasy's allure, our hearts renew

_V. Enduring Allure_

Yet fantasy's charm, remains with us still
A reminder of, the magic that's real
In our hearts, a spark remains aglow
Guiding us, through life's ebb and flow.

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