Life

Life is a beauty, a strange,

strange beautiful beauty

with its tangles and snares

thrown about its many rooms.

Its colors, like a sea sick

rainbow spewed throughout

each and every room, nothing

untouched or tampered,

nothing on perfect balance,

nothing in perfect harmony.

Yeah, that's life, a sweet and

beautiful mess with all of

us living it!

This poem is about: 
Me

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