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as I have been
I am no less –
repeating truths aloud
something secret
captured by the wind
the same as stories –
chapters fell
as red and yellow turning
maple keeps them best
but willow wants
witness as was I
to songs were meant for you
when last I was
before we came to be
remembered
every holding on
before this hour forgiven
light reflecting
comfort through the trees
and you were there
for in that place
I found another reason
it mattered not
these mysteries to tend
was all the time
with want for none
but to find you (as you found me)
talking down the leaves –
secrets to the wind
tornadoday 
and I always wonder who’s secrets I hear as I wander through the trees
especially the Willow…a truly Magickal tree….
Beautiful Bobbie….words whispered on the wind waiting to find their end…a heart that is waiting to hear them
Take Care…
)0(
maryrose
a soul that speaks the same language……. xoxo Thank you, Maryrose. ~ Much love, Bobbie
No matter what the mysteries, love will always find a reason to understand.
That is true, Dee, or the grace to keep it’s mouth shut! 😀 Did I say that? Surely I didn’t say that! Yep, I did……… Love sets a pretty high bar I think! Thank you. ~ Love you so, Bobbie
There’s nothing I could say that would be adequate. I just liked it a lot.
xo
Paul
…and that’s more than I could ask for, dear Paul. I’m so very glad. ~ Love, Me