Samuel Richard Leonard Poems

Is my life all that I thought it'd be,
am I who I want to be, who I want to see
in the mirror?
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She sleeps the way the willow weeps,
masquerading with the breeze.
Flaunting fiercely or so it seems
into her body my heart it seeps.
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From darkness reluctant I do run,
trembling from it's constant call,
endlessly trapped till time is done.
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Awake every morning to hear the birds in their song,
I lay awake all night yearning for sleep to come along.
Present me with the present time and my mind will go alone,
off to some other place which I'd rather call home.
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Why, in All This Heat Can I Not Find the Sun

I want to rest outside through the thicket of the day,
let the chilling air and nature so fair fill my bay.
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Who am I;
but another fading face; fleeting faith, disgrace; begging for a place?

Born of stars;
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My dear winter,
your time has come and passed.
The warmth in the cold was full of hot air,
at last,
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Oh wet bicycle seat.
How dry you seem to be.
Yet, so moist upon my cheek.
Oh, wet bicycle seat,
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I've seen my feet step more than I can bear,
inhaled and exhaled dreadfully unaware
of canopies and their melodies sweet beneath the sky,
where birds sing and bells ring so I'm left wondering why
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