Where are the labyrinths of time located?
Future ideas need to be stored there, awaiting their
unfolding history.
Divine placement has already sown it's seed in coverlets,
silently growing within, mysteriously gracious, biding
time quietly.
Focusing on horizons, wide-spread creativity lies upon
earth, covering it gently.
Patterns deftly imprint themselves forever, holding
heart-felt affinity towards the creator of us all.
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