WORK IN PROGRESS

by Random_Jay   May 13, 2006


Tangled strands of matted hair
engorged in growth like jungle vine
serpents slide and slither forward
fermented fruit becomes fine wine

Falling leaves upon my body
shivers quaking down my spine
busy creatures swiftly traipsing
life unfolds before my eyes

this is a work in progress.

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