The Stranger Poem by Cindy Wright
The Stranger
Standing in her shyness, she looks around and sees a handsome stranger,
with lips of red upon his shirt,
and sand beneath his feet,
She decides that somehow these two should somehow, sometime meet>
He stands so proud and full of mystery, yet she sees him for who he really is. A kind, gentle soul waiting for his gentle dove to give him flight.
~CindaSue~
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