I’m a keeper
Of well worn boots
Resoled
Again and again
Of Levi jeans
Frayed and holey
Almost white
With wear
Of tattered letters
Books marked
Underlined
Scribbled in
Of tiny imps
Filled with
Intoxicating scents
Of odd pitchers
Found at
Flea markets
Filled up
Wildflowers
Sweet tea
Lemonade
Of memories
Old and those
Waiting to
Be made
Written in May 2015.
It is time.
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I'm a woman that is absolutely in love with life....I'm doing what I love to do-as a massage therapist,a writer,a seeker of all that touches my soul and lifts my body.
I find great pleasure in the midst of chaos, in time with nature and kindred spirits.
I love the wisdom and clarity of Paulo Coelho, the music that makes me dance, and being present with the person I'm with.
I write to fulfill my soul and, hopefully, to touch others.
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