mixing gold
hole for thumb
holding the Sun
knife thick
with swirls
plates the frame
glistening in
its fame...
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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