Joyous hand holding in a dream or was it you ? When you were there , you weren’t there .
And I loved you still . Lessons for hearing my heart and soaring free …and to believe .
It’s up to me .
Dancing thoughts anchored by the presence of you now twirling freely
leaping into adventures of this world and into ancient threads of humanity .
The power of release in a heartbeat and tender moments will never die .
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