An ancient melody
When moments are spared
Crickets and starlight
A peace willingly shared.
The invite appealing
A dance to dream
Surrounded by wonder
And what it will mean.
Thoughts abate
Breath taken in
Present in the moment
Until we do this again.
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I am an educated adult female with Bachelor and Master degrees in Business Management. I am married with four children. I enjoy writing and drawing for a hobby and brain vacations. My dream is to publish a novel someday, but I am building on my short story and poetry crafts now.
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