Still Waiting
It was a time of bangles and tambourines –
a time of freedom, when we were seventeen
We danced, barefoot, in a field
amid a jungle of wildflowers and kneeled
beneath a cashmere moon, joining
hearts and voices with the universe, rejoicing
We thought we could punch a hole in the future
and our dreams would be the mending sutures
And now, we still strum our guitars,
waiting for the promised avatar
—
And we wonder where the time went 💜💜🌟🌟
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Made me think about “as tears goes by”
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“Cashmere moon” made me swoon! What carefree times but we still continue to hope for better times. Love this.
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Luv your cashmere moon Candy
Much❤love
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As Gillena said, love that cashmere moon!
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