this maze

living growing green and luscious, twisting
round and rising higher; love and
life that reach and brush us, all that we
might dream, aspire – comes in rolling hills
like august, comes upon july’s hot days; live we
will and ever must, but, it’s some ride inside
this maze

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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