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
Thursday, January 27, 2011
The Cold chill
The river ran wild with the wind water running off the icy bank on a dark ottawa night we walked in its chill heart pressed to foot hair blowing fast in the rush love unspoken...
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