Take me there, where nothing is familiar,
And everything, an adventure.
Where foreign languages swirl around us,
Exotic music spilling into the streets.
A world away from fear,
So deeply entrenched, we dare not risk,
Leaping, falling…breaking.
Take me there, faith restored,
And dare me to do something we shouldn’t.
Summoning Magic: A Gypsy's Tale 
I’ve purchased a pair of tickets…
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I’m in!! 😉
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A lovely poem and tribute to adventure and living boldly. Yay Brooke!
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Thanks, lovely. You gotta write what you know, I suppose. 😉 H&S!!!
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Yay!
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Like dance in a fountain at midnight:-)
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Oh, Suzanne, you are so good, (like in the “a bit less risque” kind of way, not in the “you never get into trouble” way…because we all know that’s not the case!)
Don’t get me wrong, I’m all about a fountain at midnight. I just might have my clothes lying in a pile next to it… 😉
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You daredevil, you!
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It’s just, I could never find a halo that fit well…always felt so restricting. 😉
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Unlike that devil horns headband! LOL
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Exactly. 😈
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Strong, powerful and very beautiful words, Brooke. “Take me there, unabashedly,
And dare me to do something we shouldn’t.” These are words to live by. Cheers to further adventures 🙂
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There you are! Your comment went to spam for whatever reason. Thank you for this. I respect your writing tremendously, so I take your words to heart. 🙂
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