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Poetry Palace
P artly hidden by a mist of CREATIVITY
O pen to any that hold the right key
E ach step INEVITABLE when taken by heart
T houghts seem to hover with words to impart
R eflections in mirrors that cover the walls
Y ields an ILLUSION of life that enthralls
P athways that wander through flashes of light
A waken INFUSIONS of words you can write
L ayered in laughter and weeping as well
A ll of the rooms are themed heaven or hell
C entered somewhere in the heart of us all
E VENTUALLY we all hear that faint sirens call
by Linda Rutherford
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