This Wild Maze
Upon the cobblestones of life's wild stage,
A poet's soul, roaming wild and uncaged.
In the morning air, our words entwined,
Two spirits yearning for truth to find.
His lines, like whispers from the heart,
Each one a work of art.
In the silence of the written word,
My spirit is gently disturbed.
As we delve into verse and rhyme,
We bridge the chasm of time.
Our souls connect in ink and thought,
In this shared space we're taught.
The world may pass us by,
But in our words, we'll never die.
For in each line, each carefully chosen phrase,
We find meaning in this wild maze.
