Chris Lee Poems

To me the jungle is such an extraordinary place,
Full of vibrant colour, mystique and grace,
In all its splendor, there lies a hidden past,
Those who take a journey, it may be their last,
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You are to me, my day and my night,
The sun, the moon and the stars so bright,
The birds like to sing, early in the morning,
Without you by my side, i cant hear them calling,
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When can a dream, become a reality,
If you want it so bad, it causes insanity,
With a dream you can soar, and be what you want,
Nightmares arent the same, they scare and they haunt,
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I really don't know, what to do sometimes,
Seems the only poems i scrawl, always end up in rhymes,
I try to do poems, that distinguish what i write,
And not just scribble down, what i see in plain sight,
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I should be asleep, dawn will be here soon,
Hello to the sun, goodbye to the moon,
Why can't i drift off, in a field of dreams,
Pass out in seconds, so effortless it seems,
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Clouds trickle by, way up in the sky,
They make me ponder, what i've done and why,
Ever changing, ever moving,
and strangely so soothing,
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