Tumble weeds
rolling
across the desert sand
spinning dust
over a dry land
waiting for ice
to fall
hot or cold
rain never comes
when the Sun
freezes over...
Sunday, April 3, 2011
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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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