Baby

by CindyUng

September 6, 2015

To see her small hands

Stretch open wide

And have a piece of lint

Roll out of her palms,

To see such power

In clutching insignificance

For the entire day,

To see her laugh so hard

That her pacifier

Shoots right out of her mouth,

To see her lay on anyone's shoulders

And drift off into sleep,

Just to wake up in our arms again.

That, my friends,

That is the right way to live.

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CindyUng

Find me where the heart beats faster and the mind runs clearly. If you turn around, you might catch a glimpse of moonlight: Hold it close and you may hear the whispers of my aches and dreams. Speak softly now, you might scare the strength out of me. You'll never know where my thoughts will go next, just let me be the one driving this journey. Someday I'll return to the stars and sleep in the void, a place where I hope to find colors I've never seen before. And when I master the art of painting into the galaxies of pain and recovery, I will discover the truth in me. I will be free, I will be free. Let the constellations tattoo the spaces of my body. ***If you ever want me to check out your poetry, feel free to let me know!***

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