Labyrinth
[Re-posted due to system error that erased it.]
I chanced upon a
swirl of smooth and
polished stones.
And treading in its
sinuous path—
pretense and guile
abandoned—
I met a
peaceful stranger,
my very self,
unsullied,
deep within the labyrinth—
the labyrinth
of my mind.
Fifth Place, Succinctly Free, Andrea Dietrich
Copyright © Mark Peterson | Year Posted 2013
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