Postcard from Tulum by Todd Wall
Calm blue waters.
Pink sand.
Palm trees wave in the sea breeze.
A burst of wind lifts the palm trees.
From their roots, they fly.
From their anchors in the sand.
A puff of wind
and they’re gone.
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SUSANNE LEIST 
“from their roots they fly” … I loved that Susanne.
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Thank you. Years ago, I would have dreamed that I would be dabbling in poetry.
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💗 Different versions of ourselves in every new moment within the one moment we’re actually in. 💗
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And I hated poetry while at school.
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LOL. That’s funny because during near every class I was in lifelong … I’d ignore the teachers and write poetry LOL. I don’t know if it was my incident some years back, lack of something that’s a muse to me or my head in other places … but I just can’t write the way I always had. I LOVE writing – but putting together stories and poems doesn’t come as easily to me as it always had. I’m going to go with my head in other places. 😉😜😁
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