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the glorious chaos
the unending joy
of imagination.

tendril quiet

tendril, quiet
as tranquility
drips down

a ditty for pretty

a ditty for pretty
that simply exist
would be quite the
pity
if this pretty
were
missed.

we were hippies

we were by stars, dusted
golden
by ideals,
emboldened.
now in reality sinks
and it really
stinks!!!

bowed

to love we bow
our heads and hearts
to love that heals
instead of pulling
apart.
to love and its
wisdom
often not spoken
that makes a whole
out of the sad
and the  broken.
that

finds a speck of joy
in landscapes, bare.
to love that knows
when we need it
and is
always
there.

heal

we heal
we move forward.
we follow our
heartsongs.

immerse yourself...repost

immerse yourself

in whatever season

you may be....

the season that is

most beautiful,

is the one in

your company.