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I once stepped into a labyrinth, that grew upon the crest

The unraveled trail through silver pines, where ferns and grasses wept,
Where birdsongs rose, from scattered boughs, and echoed to the west

Moss grew to warm each foot with jade, while solemn trees had slept
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I remember how the stately timbers, had leaned against the sky

I stood knee-deep in ancient times, my heart was on a quest
to riddle through the forest's mind, into a honeycomb of sighs

Each spire grew from sod and loam, and branches fell to rest 

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Shards of sun, bright fingerlings, had haloed 'round my head

Sparks shaved and thinned, by silver limbs, would reach to catch the sun,
Like candles tall, along the trail, the dust burned rust and red

It bounced with light, off fragile lattice, webs, and laces, spun

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Asylum blessed, so undisturbed, exquisitely serene

My famished eyes were wide with awe, but yet was not my home
Beneath each leaf, beneath each limb, were tiny worlds unseen

With cushioned steps, I walked with care, for this was sacred loam







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 Goethe Stanza

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