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Self care

Walk bare foot
In a park. Have tea.
Try different types. Green, Red
And of course white.
Morning paper, watered plants.
Sticky notes. Neatly arranged.
One crooked.
Hum Songs. Long showers.
Movies. That make you cry.
Memories. That make you smile.
And be sad.. a little.
Piano lessons. Someday.
Own Studio. Colour all over.
Diaries… some pain.
Write letters.
Books, Wednesday evenings.
Pastry, Sunday afternoons.
Solo breakfast.. Saturday morning.
Rains and window stares.
Transparent cups and tea leaves
Floating.
Slow pop. Dance alone.
Love. Kiss.
Love till the other loves.
Love when they leave.
But don’t hold on.
Believe.
Call over friends.
Read them stories. And serve them tea.
Some cookies.
Write.
Pack your bags, travel.
Near. Far. Within.
Without.
Solo. With people.
Love. Hate. But never show.
Cigarettes when you write.

Write. Write. Write.

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