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as daylight creeps
where words concede
and I shall wait no longer ~
for thought to form
alliance with the page
grant for me
a moment true
when fingers gently folded
to still the pen
from breathing ~
tired verse
as one no more
than these to know
of hearts to ache
with sorrow ~
would be my final choice
to grant them peace
as echoes to the ages
vowels misplaced til then
and someone
not so lost
shall find me gone
replaced by verse
made different
without my thoughts to rest
denied the place
wings are lit
by word
tornadoday 
Thoughtful words, Lady Wordsmith.
xo
Paul
Thank you, dear Paul. You bless me. ~ Love, Bobbie
Hold your tired quill
Dip it in your heart’s inkwell
Where brand-new beginnings start
Sign & gift ages pieces of golden art…
With Love
Indeed, we are the storytellers, dear Mira……. O, yes, tell it well! ~ Always love, Bobbie
My mind was whisked away by your words so wonderfully spun! I could but smile and just let a few utterances leave my lips…beautiful, simply beautiful!
Thank you, Wendell. I am indeed fortunate that you find your way to my porch! Thank you……truly thank you! ~ Much love, Bobbie