NEVER MORE
©2013, Trina High
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WHICH WAY?
In the forest of my mind,
A strong oak stands
on one path,
its branches braided together
in a massive crowning glory.
There also stands,
There also stands,
on another path,
A weeping willow,
bent over, as if under
a great weight.
Here stand I,
at the fork in the road;
which way shall I proceed?
©2013, Trina High
A weeping willow,
bent over, as if under
a great weight.
Here stand I,
at the fork in the road;
which way shall I proceed?
©2013, Trina High
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SYMPHONIC FOREST
Tapping into the songs of my heart
wrapped in the tendrils rooting deep into the soft earth,
releasing a melody of adoration,
fertilizing the soil with a chorus done in
fortissimo
©2013, Trina High
fortissimo
©2013, Trina High