You waltz through the world,
like wildfire and whiskey with
maskless soul unfurled.
You know I don’t curse,
and that my only scandal
is dancing with words.
You say I’ve got wings,
but now we’re in free-fall and
I’m not good at dreams.
(I’m alive, and I really will try to write more regularly).
Your writing is beautiful. It’s always a joy reading your posts!
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Thank you Kelsey! That’s really kind of you to say 🙂 Glad you enjoy!
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Please do. I miss your posts.
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Aw, thank you Gloria! I will do my best!
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