The winding twining twisted vines wrap together rising upward leaves intersecting in canopied shelter Connected souls wrap consciously to bind in their intimate longings a healing haven for restless minds The force which compels the vines drives the souls toward satisfaction But while chaotic vines thrive as their simple only compulsion, the souls needing simple connection discover chaos may tangle their destiny
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I am a Realtor, Dance Instructor and Event organizer. I have been writing poetry for close to 20 years. More lately with so must grist for the mill. For me poetry is an opportunity to express what is real for me. Sometimes it doesn't leave much room for gentility but hopefully it will give you a moment of delight, thoughtfulness or a sense of commonality or resonance. I have a card that sits where I can see it everyday- if I choose to look. "Life begins on the edge of your comfort zone." Hopefully I have been just a little bit brave. Enjoy!
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Poetry, Dance and other Musings 
Enjoying reading your words. ❤️
Ditto my friend 🙂