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This poem once described life for me...

The forest is deep and lustrous and magical...but sometimes I feel cold and alone under its wondrous canopy
The emerald pools of the celestial jungle no longer sparkle in awe for me...
I watch the water's wind through the jungel floor below
The ocean waits on it's collagolated journey
I wish I could go there with it
With the wild waters run
Into it's magical journey
To where new arms reach
And new worlds speak
Of love and Life and things made fancy and new