A tangled hedge maze of unyielding clouds,
Mythical bolls of pure white cotton,
Stretching beyond the horizon, shrouds
The earth in a blanket of memories long forgotten.
Twists and turns, around dark corners, down long pathways,
Ever reaching, ever searching, ever lagging behind.
Lost in the endless gray-blue haze,
Ears to sound deaf, eyes to light blind.
Seeking answers where there are none.
Maps with no roads, no landmarks, no exits.
Final turn to a corridor unfolding, praying the pursuit is almost done,
A closed door to the outside, to answers, if you only open it.
Mysteries to be revealed.



A lovely poem, I love the feeling of a labyrinth that you give. LM x
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since i like to fly high above the clouds i really like dis pic ; is awesome 🙂
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This was somewhere over Illinois. I was flying into O’Hare.
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Beautiful poem
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