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Clouds drifting in the heavens softly claiming peace
Such magic the waterfall's spell such freedom release.
Arms held high, on the mountain top I stand,
Breathing fresh air, the world making no demands.
© Cynthia Clark
I sit unblinking,staring from these barren cliffs of love,
Hearing waves crash below me as I slowly dry to dust,
I see lovers playing sweetly on wind currents flying,
As my heart,light as lint drops from my chest amidst my ashen crying.
I pray tonight
I may close my eyes
Tomorrow wake alive
And taste love on barren cliffs so dry
The path is hard,
and the destination is far,
Mountains are high
and the journey is long,
but will survive,
as my intent is strong.
And in the sky of opportunity
With zeal as wings ,
will keep flying
till I stamp down the field.
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Clouds drifting in the heavens softly claiming peace
Such magic the waterfall's spell such freedom release.
Arms held high, on the mountain top I stand,
Breathing fresh air, the world making no demands.
© Cynthia Clark
I sit unblinking,staring from these barren cliffs of love,
Hearing waves crash below me as I slowly dry to dust,
I see lovers playing sweetly on wind currents flying,
As my heart,light as lint drops from my chest amidst my ashen crying.
I pray tonight
I may close my eyes
Tomorrow wake alive
And taste love on barren cliffs so dry
The path is hard,
and the destination is far,
Mountains are high
and the journey is long,
but will survive,
as my intent is strong.
And in the sky of opportunity
With zeal as wings ,
will keep flying
till I stamp down the field.