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Cindy Leng Poem
Waters stall on a warm winters night.
The craft I pull takes on its stillness.
Breathing in old circumstance.
My Desire reflects clearer than I saw before.
On a rock face far, his hand reaches out to me.
My palms penetrate the glassy surface and fold into his.
Mist forms.
Dare I hope?
In but a moment the river starts again,
and we must release.
Drifting forward.
Buds imprint the skin.
Copyright © Cindy Leng | Year Posted 2013
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Cindy Leng Poem
On a road with no blame,
paths familiar to all-
Yet to long gone form the mind not to navigate without caution.
I stroll, with heart of a lamb.
My stride reflects the grace of my Lord's creations.
It were rare that I be so honored.
Though, in this bliss...tinged subtle gray;
the grounding which balances my existence-
Acknowledging this plane.
Past lovers drift in the peripheral,
parallel,
and a direction opposite of my own.
Paused in thought,
not in motion.
Lips agape, breathless, reluctant.
Or,
rather unwise.
It'd be an investment without gains.
Dry eyes draped with content.
On a road that holds
no blame.
Copyright © Cindy Leng | Year Posted 2011
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