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what names
have you known me
what body to hold
was the last (time –
your first) to remember
a sweet disregarding
of longing console
endeared
by the search
as a turning of leaves
scarlet to golden
(November)
seeded (to thought)
a beginning unknown
as promises made
without (more)
blessing to bother
or fates to endure
would life become
(missing)
the rest
drawn as the stars
into falling (again)
whispering vapor to flame
what names
have you known me
what body to hold
was the last (time –
your first) to remember
. . .
tornadoday 
a name that (snugly)
embraces like a shawl
is memorized
long before it’s first called
a name that (sealing)
forever lays to rest
all the doubt (nagging distress)
of stuttering
🙂
🙂 you do that well, Vimal……….. I’m impressed by anyone who can spontaneously burst into a poem. Actually, it’s one of my favorite things…… Thank you. ~ Love, Bobbie
it wasn’t that spontaneous 😛
took some effort.. but came out well.. I think.
Indeed……….
A beautiful reflection that dances from within your mind and heart to perform a perfect ballet, that will move us to dance along side of you as we consume each and every tasteful word! In this life loved by many and the graceful name is Bobbie! You shine in all that you share with us each day! God bless!
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