By sinneD
Date: 7 July 2000
a jungle on my own
seasons change and people change along
for reasons either right or wrong
flowers bloom then die then bloom again
we never stay the same for long
it's a world of constant alterations
we draw our own lines clean or clutter
then add, erase, to modify a little
or change them altogether and start over
we are kids left alone with colored pencils
and life was a wall so white it shone
we were born the moment we began painting
then "look mom, i drew a jungle on my own!"
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