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Labyrinth Lost

In the soft fluttering whispering wind

of the night

The tree branches unfurl

and begin to sing

Rosebuds of crimson thought

fall from the sky

like rain

The stars above

in the navy-black sky

Swirl round and round…

Winged wood-elves

Leading you into a labyrinth lost

and growing you over with branches and moss.

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