Behind the doors
Of the labyrinth
Is the secret garden
Of iris and amaranth
Minotaur tended alone
With tears of sorrow
For the love denied
With the joy of beauty
The flowers brought
To the heart of gold
Basked in the hope
That one day love
Would find him anon.
Beautiful poem – you have a lovely way with words! πππ€©
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Wow! Thank you so much for your beautiful compliment! Itβs an excellent encouragement! βοΈππΈπ
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My pleasure – keep it up! ππ
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