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when auld langsyne
is played the night –
I wonder will you know
love holds not the hands of time
but ever is (just so)
in tiny ways
no one can say
for sure (how real) the proof
distance measured
(never long)
by reason bound in truth
when mornings come
ten thousand suns
and none the same (as this)
eternal as the place we are –
(immortal) as one kiss
take of years
and winters passed
as lifetimes to this day
forever but a witness
to moments (I shall stay)
as midnight falls
a silver ball –
into the sky (of dreams)
will tumble as a favored star
a light to smiles (unseen)
where lowly notes
of passion wrote
to friends (and loves) afar
as ever then
the now recalled
within each breath
(you are)
tornadoday 
This is lovely, poet.
Happy New Year!
e
Thank you, dearest Eric. You too….you too. ~ Much love, Bobbie
…as are you. Happy New Year, darlin’ girl.
~…. always~
Paul
Thank you, Paul. May yours be especially blessed. ~ Love ever, Bobbie
The most pleasant and wonderful of places where one could find themselves to begin the new year being serenaded by exquisite melodies that dance effortlessly to life from the heart of a treasured friend and poet! The whole of your poem is enchantingly beautiful…it leaves a mind alive within a natural high! A very gorgeous poem Bobbie…you have brought much life and light to this frist new day of the year! Love you much and Happy New Year!