They still dance for me
in winter
upon autumn’s
painted, fading
stage:
white petal ballet,
paralleling
my silent leaps
and stubborn faith
in dreams.
The axis piercing
my soul
slows,
and for a moment
I believe
I can pirouette right off
and finally become
free.
Poem and image ©LauraDenise
Laura Denise 
They still dance for me, sister. Sending love, hugs, and peace this Christmas. May your heart be filled with joy and never-ending beauty as it is right now. May nothing, “them”, or anyone harm your hope. I’m so happy to be on this journey with you. Always,Karla
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You leave this poet speechless often, dear sweet sister. ❤️ I am equally filled with joy to share the journey with you, Karla. Big hug. I am doing much better. Thank goodness for the white-petal ballets in between rounds, God always beside, love always inside, and the beautiful souls we meet along the way. 🤗
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Thank you, Laura. You’re one of those souls that’s always beside me. Huge hugs right back. I understand about the white-petal ballets between rounds (you have such a way with words). ❤️🤗💚
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