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breathe
and for a moment
eternities still
the first
the last
forever I am held
within something unsaid –
garnered a kiss long ago
falling as voice
into praise
fleeting
reminders
of places behind
will became stars
on the way
familiar longing
as hands fit to hands –
beat to beat
to heart
living done over
forgotten the sin
lips move
with nothing to say
dream
as permission
to harness the mind
curs’ed sleep
takes us home
cedar boats
to carry –
evenings rush the tide
finds a morning
waiting
to atone
. . .
tornadoday 
A mesmerizing poem, like a rhapsody that hauntingly lives in the back of one’s mind, and when its melody is heard…its like deja-vu! And a heart dances to its rhythm! So very nicely done!
Deja-vu is a perfect way to put it, dear Wendell. Steps we practiced before……. Love that. Thank you. ~ Love, Bobbie
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