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Metamorph

My life is a color carpet

a carpet of Experiences

each strand tells a story

and each story, a million thoughts.

I weave a strand too tight and it snaps

i weave it too loose and it falls apart

but i know, sometimes,

to hold the colour, some strands

need to snap, some need to fall.

Tomorrows fade in quickly;

i haven’t the time to correct today.

thoughts flow in

before i can Forget the now.

my Dreams, my Love, my Being

Spring is here.

1 July 2008

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