Garden of my youth

Muddled in a maze
Holding hands
Elated,
Found the centre
There with smiles
Escaped
Settled deep
To talk of paths
That weren’t to be
Beneath
Trailing summer boughs
Our loving lips
Conversed
With more than words.

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Author: agw

Amateur poet and writer who aspires to write more...

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