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perfume sits
in hand-me-down flannel
soft winter scenes
of snowflake
and pine
nestles my heart
in the wind ‘cross the mountains
yesterday stories
come home
how can you know
of moments so easy
lay me down here
at the edge of the night
pour to my purpose
the songs of forever
breathing returned to us
now
to touch
without touching –
unrelenting these mercies
drifted on clouds
to embarass the moon
visions of some place
some other
somewhere
yesterday stories
come home
tornadoday 
If I’m to ignore the stories written over her face, tell me how can I do to those written between your lines…. nice combination: image & lyrics
Love & Light
🙂 there are encyclopedias written between mine. As for her stories, I’m sure she is like most women – her stories have been written with her body, and remembered by her soul. Thank you, dearest Mira. ~ All my love, Bobbie
I’m singing….(well, humming anyway)…
xo
Paul
That works! 🙂 I can’t sing either……but when I sing, I really don’t care too much how good it is. The focus is on the fact that I’m singing (with reason). 😉 Thank you, Paul. ~ Ever, Bobbie
Did I tell you…, I bought a harmonica at a garage sale. I can play that almost as well as I sing !!!!! Haha!
😀