A L O H A From Honolulu!
If your inner child is
still alive as an adult,
you won,
you kept your magic,
you didn't let the world kill it.
Anonymous
Not crone, or girl
Grown woman, pure and plain,
Yet here she carves on a skateboard
Tearing down the lane!
I watched her
as she really flew
This vibrant soul
With a different view.
Silvered hair and
laughter in her eyes,
She flies into sight
Quite a bold surprise!
A mother, maybe,
Or grandma who knows?
Her spirit's still young
And fresh as a rose.
She carves the streets
All elegance and ease,
Symphony of motion
Refreshing as a breeze.
Defying norms she's wild,
Timeless as a song.
Happily gay and free,
Confidently strong,
Riding her board
The perfect place,
Sanctuary of speed
Of sun, of grace.
Symbol of a life
Well-lived, we see,
A spirit bright forever
Ever wild and free.
Cloudia Charters*
As I make my slow
pilgrimage through the world,
a certain sense of beautiful
mystery seems to
gather and grow.
A. C. Benson
pilgrimage through the world,
a certain sense of beautiful
mystery seems to
gather and grow.
A. C. Benson
it has nothing else to explain it.
Rabindranath Tagore
୩୩୩୩୩୩୩୩୩୩୩୩୩୩୩୩
Love You,
Cloudia & Pixie
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