Sit back and explore the adventure of your dreams
Mold them in steps of laughter
And weave them
like tiny threads of love into the tribe of the moment
Find the joy dancing like
forget-me-nots engulfed by the symphony of letting go,
conducted by none other
than the mystery in the wind
Do a small jig on your path
with newborn feet
ready to go left or right
Or just sit lazily on this
Late Sunday Afternoon.
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