the poetry comes best, when it is simply allowed to be to drift and be free...
sand feels good on my feet, there is always room for vision to carve our own space
to live with care with life around us to live and to breathe to sift through our truths
the best poems are felt in the deepest spaces of humble hearts
there is always room for us to add our pieces to the story there is always synchronicity
there is always perfection there is always purpose in the song who knows how it will go?
there is always space to dream there will be infinite possibility there is room for the songs of our lives
there is room for me to be free to sift through sand to dance in a sea breeze
to feel the caress of life around me to breathe more of my truth to truly open up more
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