Garden of my youth

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

Author: agw

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

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