words spill
onto blank pages
songs reborn
with streaks of violins
in purple haze
heart rhythms
hanging off tips of pens
dance
as ballads return
uplifting the wind
drums beat into air
onto leaves
stained with ink
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in the confusion of a branching maze within a puzzle of choices and directions The single path labyrinth pulls strongly from these points a cross road where all paths meet twisting and turning directly to the center of the heart... LABYRINTH IS A BLOG DEDICATED TO THE PROMOTION OF FREE SPEECH..ALL POEMS OR EXCEPTS ARE ORIGINALLY COMPOSED
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- dawnvictoriahanna
- Lived 10yrs in England - Studied Theater Arts, Lived 10yrs in Canada. - Studied Art History and the Visual Arts. English Literature
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