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of ways I’ve known
how many lost –
counting down the years
how many paths
I wandered –
but to find you
here
longing cut
away the grain –
evidence revealed
of places
I had passed
along the
night
withheld my own
unknowing
there was life
awaiting me –
as truth
my soul becoming
a love
I couldn’t see
. . .
tornadoday 
Don’t y’all come from Tenessee, Bobbie? Isn’t there someone in that whole state that could craft some notes around these words (and the othere) They’re crying for the music. Like this one too! ~xo~ Paul
Its beautiful dear. “of ways I’ve known
how many lost –
counting down the years
how many paths
I wandered -” these lines echo
“my soul becoming a love I couldn’t see,” Thank you for these words….they depict my journey these last few years…it is lovely, mary
may it grow 🙂
Love awaits, is always there, has never left. Lovely, serene words that soothe the soul. Love, Dee
Your words dance a sweet dance, that allows us all to dance along with its embracing melodies. Awesome poem Bobbie!
Thank you, my precious friend. Your love lights even the darkest path. ~ Love, Bobbie
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