Here’s to the souls that yearn for movement and to the girls that dance to the beat of their own tune. Stretching their voices to be heard by their songs, by their touch and by their hearts which speak the language of movement.To the girls that wander to see, hear and feel the poetry in everything. To the magnificence of the oceans blue to the tall dance of sea grass as it whispers in the wind. Hold your freedom in your heart and wander fearlessly.
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Tag: poetry
The Easel
The Easel Sweet fragrance of coffee permeates my cup as I stare in the distance slowly raising it up I ponder in a trance I’m not yet… Read more “The Easel”
Gliding
This love is so dear yet so traumatic when near. Is it real I ask or is this just fantasy? Created in the mind just had been… Read more “Gliding”
My Niece
You’re Beautiful and I love you bunches! I love you because you are you, I love you because you always speak your truth, I love you for… Read more “My Niece”
Tradition
It’s been a tradition of mine to be a rebel unwilling to listen and conform. Why? The truth is I really don’t know, because it seems as… Read more “Tradition”