Somewhere in the maze,
Were some beautiful cloud, flower and haze.
Somewhere in the maze,
Ivy sprouts and touched thy face.
Somewhere in the maze,
Rocks and thorns slowed thy pace.
And some parts of the maze,
Wakes thyself, telling not to laze.
Somewhere in the maze,
I found paintings of portraits and still lifes.
And somewhere in the maze,
I pricked myself through poking thorns of the roses.
Somewhere in the maze,
I hear beautiful tunes of 'em birds that flew by.
Somewhere in the maze,
I fell asleep and dreamt
That I would wake up to your gentle touch
and not be left alone again
somewhere in the maze.
Aanya, 21st Feb 2012
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