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were asked
I can’t remember
the colors of the day
or what I knew before
of what remains
was Tuesday
and the skies so blue
I can’t recall another
felt the same
when flush against
my soul
were moments
but a moment gone –
eternities decided
as fingers brushed
across a great
divide
planets moved
(or did they)
who can really say
where the stars awaited –
where they fell
forsaken by
the choice to be –
where one
the other started
taken as the vapor
into flame
were asked
I can’t remember
the color of the night
or what became
of where I left
my heart
. . .
tornadoday 
as only you can write Bobbie…
deep within from the language of the human heart
words of the immortal soul to sooth the spirit in turbulent times
to know our thoughts we hold silent are heard
Take Care
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maryrose
You are far too kind, Maryrose. I pray I am always able to find the words that are written to the wind…….those which remember us to love. Thank you, sweet friend. ~ Love always, Bobbie
The abyss is deep and dark, been a while since I searched that realm for shards…
Lovely to journey there with you, Bobbie.
hugs
e
Ahhhh…….but you should, dear Eric. Every day we should do one thing we fear…..regardless of the shards. 🙂 Thank you. ~ Love, Bobbie
Your words are breathtaking, and your poem stunning…i found your heart alive and well in the bliss of your words. Very lovely poem Bobbie! God bless, and much love to you always!
Thank you, Wendell. It does my heart good to know that you read it so well. ~ Much love, Me