By Cynthia Cady Stanton | Featured Contributor
Don’t be so exhausted
by the project
of being you.
We are not designed
to be so tired.
You already know this to be true.
Witness the ease
of a blooming flower.
It just does beautifully
what it is meant to do.
Like lilacs blossomed
through autumn green
whispering lavender lines
with each exhale…
Like ripples in a wake
as swans glide by…
Let me linger in your essence
beneath the veil.
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Snowflakes.
Fading upon blushed flesh,
its rivulets a frame
sketched for the captive soul.
Gaze glimmering, hope dissolving,
an echo to the void of twilight’s end.
She longs to be released.
A breath divine.
An oasis to a threadbare wish
sculpts bittersweetness
into frosted air.
Embraced by light,
she follows the seraph’s call
and is freed.
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Like hyacinth blossoms
amidst frosted air,
your words are
a haven to a
wintered
soul.
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