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Jun 2019
there is a richness

        in not knowing the future

and believing in love,

trusting in the universe;

even though

        the weeds are growing strong

the clouds are dark

and some of these thoughts

are not the seeds I planted.

        remember the silver lining

sewn in the seems

of all clouds

and the gold in the

seeds I have planted...

         weave the silver from the sky

to the gold from the earth

hold this fiber

to my heart

          and let the drumbeat of

love inside

synchronize

to the future outside
Sometimes I have to dream way beyond the potential hypnotic day  and spin magic to muster up the courage to face the future
shamamama
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shamamama  F/tropical island
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