Two paths:
Seemingly divergent, slightly parallel,
But not juxtaposed to the destination
Of either.
Until a hurricane of Kids
Blew their autumnal leaves and
United their paths as one.
Who shall lead?
Or will this new trace be inundated
With the footprints of them both?
It is glorious in nature,
Strong as the trees that canopy
The canvas of the forest of Ecstasy.
The master artist paints a new song,
A new vision, that neither path fathomed
Could be so magical alone.
But together:
The horizon that beams from the sun's rays
Of comfort through the shade of the naysayer's trees
Is now a sigh that, together, is a new beginning.
A syncretic transparency.
[KLJII4122013]
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