Seeing through my metaphors
October 14th 2007 03:01
Through the hot and humid jungle
The equatorial forest
Thoughts a cacophony of ways
Below the sun-shield canopy.
Stifled in the muddy wetness
I persevere for a clearing
And the tunes of birds sharp and sweet
As the life I seek; life anew.
The equatorial forest
Thoughts a cacophony of ways
Below the sun-shield canopy.
Stifled in the muddy wetness
I persevere for a clearing
And the tunes of birds sharp and sweet
As the life I seek; life anew.
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