There’s a fine art to
Being polite and authentic,
At the same time…
Drawing outside the lines,
Without stepping on anyone’s toes?
But only doing “as is expected…”
Stopping at predetermined red lights,
And moving when they say go,
Stunts our personal freedom,
To live and grow,
Putting a shade over life’s
Intuitive inner glow…
Freely being ourselves would surely
Throw some messy incongruity
Into otherwise stagnant spaces…
Mixing things up,
Firing off synapses,
Causing seeds to become wildflowers.
Stirring up all kinds of trouble…
For those who prefer plastic roses,
To the real thing.
–Gilda Patricia
Beautiful in it’s authenticity!💕🙌🏽🌸
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Thanks so much for saying!🌷🌺❤️🌸
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You’re welcome and it’s true.😉💕🌸
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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! 😀
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A fine balance! Beautifully expressed , Gilda! ❤
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Thanks so much Sailaja! So nice to here from you.❤️❤️
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You are welcome. 😍😍😍😍
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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.🌺
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A pleasure Gilda. Have a blessed weekend.
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You too, thanks!😃
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