Cock crowin'
early morn
light faint
behind a blue hue
cold nips
against
the blanket's warmth
trumpet's alarm
morning approaches
ticking
the clock
toward
the new dawn...
Thursday, December 9, 2010
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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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