gypsy soul stirs
withered roots
grow
twist in the
cold wintered ground
beckoning
the dawdling
dancer
to move
there
is
no
time
left
winter soul has waked
a superhero emerges
with powers as simple as
listening
loving
strength may indeed lie in our difference
but comfort
is where we find sameness
and common ground
go then and plant your seed
be it in conversation
or touch
life is so endlessly delicious
come join us
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