2.25 Goin’ UP…

…on a Tuesday — my vibe is, that’s for sure. It’s sunny outside and so is my disposition. Here’s a poem I wrote a couple years ago:

sometimes she’s dark
like the weather
during a storm

a hurricane
Not a blizzard
She’s not that cold

She’s fragile here
Spinning in clouds
So be aware

She might ask much
Of your own heart
Then push away

Her whirlwind soul
That rattles walls
Broken apart

Other times she’s light
Like the sunshine
But through her eyes

Most times she’s bright
holding so tight
To what you want

So understand
Her heart has space
to hold you right

Give her a chance
Blue skies or storms
To show you

Okie doke here are some bracelets

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