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Cynthia Aug 2018
The harsh cold darkness
and the weeping sky
went away for these days
and left a warm night.

Dew drops guided
gently by the wind,
They greet us with pleasure
as they graze our skin.

And in the lonely blue sky,
The sun starts to smile
And we think gladly to ourselves,
Hello there, summer time.
Finally
Cynthia Aug 2018
In a poet's eyes,
The smallest lines
can hold the biggest truth.
Cynthia Aug 2018
As I lay here awake,
Thinking of my past mistakes
I wonder, oh wonder
What could all this mean?

Are we living as we're supposed to?
Are we doing as much as we can?
For we never know when death could arrive
Tell me, are we doing just fine?

For right now, as I waste away
I could help, I could save
But I just lay here with nothing
But should I do everything?

I know I have potential
But should I use all of it?
Oh tell me, I'm confused
How can I change?
How should I live?
It makes me scared that I'm not doing everything I can to live my life to the fullest. Should life be unforgettable? Because in the end what would we gain?
Cynthia Aug 2018
I close my eyes and see different skies,
Glowing stars and glimmering smiles.
I close my eyes and there they'll be
Laughing, waving, calling to me.

I close my eyes and there they are
In my dreams, they come from far
With soft, silk feathers of gold and white
Why do they never stay for the night?

Oh how I wish I was one of them,
Flying away, out of sight
But alas I shall be trapped
In this cage without flight
Angels are so cool
Cynthia Aug 2018
The feeling, the emotion, the happiness
that you feel.
The ecstasy , the aching , the joy,
Its all real.

It swallows you up, till you can laugh
It lets you live, lets you love

But the problem comes
When it goes away
A void is left
And the smile will fade

You stand there wondering
Reaching, confused
That happiness, when it goes,
It takes some of you.
Cynthia Aug 2018
Welcome, my friends,
To the view of my eyes
I'll show you the world
From what I see, what I find.

I'll show you reality
Or simply some myths
But I hope you like
This average gift.
I guess this is my introduction. I hope you like my poems.
:)

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