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Labyrinth and Oak
As he paced the infinite labyrinth of his intricate psyche, Scattering the brittle leaves of his old age, Meditating upon the sad state of his anonymity,
A revelation came sifting up into his atmospheric eyes, As if from a history buried, millions of years, in his misty past Or from the crumbs of leaves crunching under his bare feet,
A sign, an insight, an epiphany, an open gate Beckoning his spirit to follow a path leading from the labyrinth, Toward a forest whose flora wore green crowns —
An arboretum teeming with sweet fragrances of eternal spring, A retreat suppleness owned, brittleness had never visited. And in that moment, hope transformed his doleful soul.
His heart was reborn, in the rings of a giant oak tree Growing in the courtyard of a labyrinth his bare feet would pace Without scattering the ever-after leaves of his verdant journey.
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