There’s a fine art to
Being polite and authentic,
At the same time…
Drawing outside the lines,
Without stepping on anyone’s toes…
Doing “as is expected…”
Stopping at preset lights,
Moving only when someone else says go…
Could very well stunt personal freedom,
And the chance to live and grow.
Would it put a shade over life’s
Intuitive inner glow?
Freely being ourselves could
Stir up dust,
Into otherwise stagnant spaces…
Mixing things up,
Firing off synapses,
Causing seeds to become wildflowers.
Do you prefer plastic roses,
Or the real thing.
–Gilda Patricia
Beautiful in it’s authenticity!πππ½πΈ
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Thanks so much for saying!π·πΊβ€οΈπΈ
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You’re welcome and it’s true.πππΈ
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Beautifully said Gilda, liked the connotations n the connect ! Blessed times !
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Thanks so much Kamakhya and great to hear from you! π
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A fine balance! Beautifully expressed , Gilda! β€
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Thanks so much Sailaja! So nice to here from you.β€οΈβ€οΈ
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You are welcome. ππππ
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Give me wildflowers every time Gilda. Nice poetry.
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Glad to hear Davy! You’re feedback is most appreciated.πΊ
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A pleasure Gilda. Have a blessed weekend.
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You too, thanks!π
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