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Pamela Hirte
Writer / Poet
Garden Labyrinth
I walk the labyrinth at dusk
when night kisses the sky hello.
Meditative thoughts navigate my steps.
I trod over well-worn stones searching
for answers to questions I have yet to utter.
I stroll along a silent stretch
the moon sends shadows to see self anew.
Life is a labyrinth, a string of steps we
trace in a trance. Smell the night
blooming jasmine blow by on a breeze.
Vistas by day that darken to black.
Taste sweet nectar of success,
the end is in sight.
Under a peaceful sky
I quietly give thanks
Published by: Common Threads

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