Wednesday, July 29, 2015

Through my rose colored glasses



Through my rose colored glasses
I see a place I could live
I see the walls that keep me within
I see the break of civilization
And the start of a free me.

Through rose colored glasses
I see a dense forest 
That hold secrets I want to know
That hold beauty untold
That hold adventures, I'm bound to go.

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