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Labyrinth

September 7th, 2007 by Linda Jenkinson
  • He twisted her and turned her round,
  • Led her deep into the maze.
  • Until no trace of home was found.
  • She circled, wandering in a daze
  • Until she reached the very core.
  • Looking up, in agony
  • She spied him watching from above
  • Laughing, cackling gleefully.
  • From somewhere deep within she found
  • The secret to her freedom.
  • With lightning stare, she met his gaze,
  • “You have no power over me!”
  • And suddenly as if unbound,
  • Pillars crashed upon the floor.
  • Fear aside, she dared looked down
  • There was no labyrinth anymore.
  • She looked around and smiled at last.
  • The labyrinth crashed from floor to dome.
  • With resolve, she stepped around the trash
  • And walked the path to home.

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A Boy Gave Me a Seashell

September 2nd, 2007 by Linda Jenkinson
  • A boy gave me a seashell
  • One starlit summer night.
  • I loved it.
  • Not because it was a seashell,
  • But just because it was from him.
  • He found it,
  • Saved it,
  • And gave it to me.
  • And because of it
  • I loved him.

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The Heart is a Pool

September 2nd, 2007 by Linda Jenkinson
  • The heart is a pool
  • Not a pie.
  • Love is a spring
  • That flows inside
  • And fills the heart
  • ‘Til it overflows.
  • You give love away
  • And your heart grows
  • Stronger and wider
  • And the spring runs deep.
  • When you give love away
  • You have more to keep.
  • The heart is a pool
  • Not a pie.
  • Love is the spring
  • That never runs dry.

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