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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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