I became friends with myself
what a day that was!
Now its time for celebration
should I dance, should I sing, roll around
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Discovering a most trusted hand at the end of your own arm or dancing to the sublime melodies of your own breath and blood ah.... the waltz with most trusted moves
The truism here is how many of us hate ourselves. A friend of oneself can always count on that friend in time of need. Beautiful uplifting poem. A dime for your thoughts.
Thanks! How beautifully put.