
The result of a prompt while listening to "The Moldau" from Bedrich Smetana. An analogy for life.
Rated: Fiction K - English - Spiritual/Poetry - Words: 134 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 1 - Published: 11-06-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3072115
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River through the Forest
Moving swiftly
Unable to control the
Unexpected twists and turns
That fate cruelly throws upon
The citizens of life
Sometime floating smoothly
Laughing and crying tears of joy
Other time falling and drowning
In the tears of sorrow
That befell a sorry being
Sometimes the waves push higher
Reaching a limit deemed impossible
Other times they plummeting under
Gasping and begging for the air
That is not available
Sometimes submerging and grasping
A branch to be a savior
Only to learn to late it was
Not a friend but foe
Sometimes emerging victorious
And other times beaten
Some want to leave the river
To walk in the surrounding forest
But it is a privilege to be
In the stream
For only the strongest
Were placed there
To beat the tides
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