May 27, 2002 21:12
Colors of kaleidescopes
Rummage on the way.
Whispers of the wind
Echo in seashells all day.
Jumping from rock to rock
Clinging to ripples in ocean waves.
Magical creations in children's minds
Lost all the time I gave.
Tomorrow will never begin...
And today will never end...
The glass I see you through
Gives truth to me again.
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