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pour to me
the wonder
that is the forest song
and slip my tired flesh
beneath the boughs
bear me as the winter
gently to the spring
remembered come
the mountains
to me now
spill me
as eternity
against a stretch of sand
as polished to her mirror
were my ways
urge me
to becoming
as one with all I see ~
and rain me from the clouds
another day
tornadoday 
This isn’t one of my favorites, but it’s nicely written.
xo
Paul
Thank you, Paul. I’m not sure it’s one of mine either, but it’s probably going to be someone’s! ~ Love, Bobbie
Words that dance upon the wind, carrying their voice to its intended target! A beautiful full echo in the night of a passionate need and desire! You always write so well Bobbie!
Thank you, dearest Wendell. I could ask no more than for each word to find your heart. ~ Much love, Bobbie
When you go big with a write, you go huge.
I’m glad you think so, Seb. Truly, I’m delighted you like this. ~ Love, Bobbie
I enjoyed reading this, and was awed by its beauty. Love, Dee