The morning jungle takes its first blink.
Dripping patterns still blind.
Dazzling creases still bling.
Like a turtle, I emerge for air.
Dancing ribbons still glare.
Dramatic .. still swear
The morning jungle takes its first blink.
Dripping patterns still blind.
Dazzling creases still bling.
Like a turtle, I emerge for air.
Dancing ribbons still glare.
Dramatic .. still swear