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Tiny crystal shards of sugar |
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glisten on the page like fiery, white-white diamonds. |
| Far away scattered ones appear |
| fluffy, snow-like. |
| So delicate, yet crisp, they lay there |
| until I gently captured a grain |
| on the tip of my finger |
| to observe its lovely shape. |
| A cube, imperfect, it clung there |
| to the smooth skin of my finger. |
| Then with a simple, careless |
| brush of my hand |
| it was gone |
| Our hopes, aspirations, dreams |
| our troubles and moments of |
| deepest despair |
| are like |
| sugar grains |
| Sometimes clear, sharp. Not always |
| perfect, but hesitant….. sometimes |
| soft |
| and white, but always |
| scattered. |
| One fresh sweep of |
| our minds could banish them |
| forever |
| and leave a clean white page |
| to write upon. |
| These thoughts, an attitude |
| of mind |
| we have to find by striving - |
| battling through snowdrifts |
| of self-doubt, anger, greed |
| and despair. |
| Sometimes not knowing which |
| landmark to look for. |
| And maybe amongst them |
| there is a landmark of which |
| no substance can be found |
| for it is the intangible of the mind |
| A thing that will not dissolve |
| easily in the vanity of our tears |
| and likely that bright star |
| is the glow of love. |
| For I to care for you |
| and you to care for me |
| is surely our greatest |
| task and gift on Earth |
| and for this rich gift |
| dear God |
| we truly thank you. |
| (c) Lai Chew Yarn |
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