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Betty Redd Jul 2016
razing up from flight two light
guiding me down a hard inclined
path

rocks weeds climbed downward
towards a sweet sounding
waterfall inside a mountain stream

beauty from night time light
shimmered down the mountain stream
two light motioned for me to wait

I stopped listening sounds of birds
singing morning just beginning
Two light motioned us to go own
down ward towards the morning sun

two light stood at the bottom
waiting for me to reach the road

I suddenly looked up no
longer was two light there

now I understood two light
was the guide through the woods

— The End —