The labyrinth is overgrown with the branches of my thoughts
paths bathed in darkening shadows...
... sweet tickling leafy dreams scratch against the skin of my essence
intertwined with the black ash of my lifes bombshells...
... twisting and turning towards the light of twilight's pink flurry of petals
raining down around the labyrinths trails...
... straining away from the darkness and
towards the centre of the overgrown labyrinth
and my minds eye.
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Author:
kitty the naughty poet (
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Comments4
Good write Kitty.
May you minds eye be clear soon and the beauty that surrounds you comes within you.
Andy
Beautiful writing Katy )) I used to love watching the labyrinth .. that film with David Bowie .
Nicely penned.
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