Dancing memories play around,
Incessant whispers find their ground.
Soldier on or stray,
Their path will find you either way.
Rigidness cannot succeed,
Adapt your thoughts or find them thieved.
Conforming now would be a waste,
Turn around instead, watch them be chased.
Inspiration may then find seed.
Oddly in letting go, you’ll find what you
Need.
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Claire Jones
On a journey to find the right words.
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NICE WORK!!!!